Debra: Wait. Wait a minute. You guys planned this whole thing?
Marie: What?
Robert: Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Judy: You're not mad, are you?
Debra: No, I'm not mad.
Marie: Oh. How could I be mad when you gave Debra back to me?
Ray: Yeah, well, then there's somebody else you should thank.
Frank: [chuckles] And the Oscar goes to...
Robert: Yeah, but what was with that slap in the head?
Frank: I was in the moment.