Frank: What were you thinking?
Debra: I don't know. I'm an idiot. I'm sorry, Frank.
Frank: Sorry's not gonna keep the snow off my ass.
Marie: All right, don't worry, Frank. I'll help you get new clothes. In fact, I have an outfit that I was gonna give you to wear for Easter. I'll let you wear it today.
Frank: Well, bring it over here. I don't want to go back out there like this. The mailman already made a crack about my legs. [Marie exits] Look what you did. I hate the clothes she buys me. I always end up looking like a dandy or a Frenchman.
Debra: I'm so sorry, Frank. But it could be fun to buy new clothes. Sometimes it's kind of cool to change your look.
Frank: You hate me, don't you?