Frank: So what, I'm just supposed to put up with her crap?
Debra: I'll... I'll owe you one.
Frank: Boy, she must really have the goods on you, huh?
Marie: [returns] Okay, here we go.
Frank: I'm very upset with you, Debra.
Debra: I'm sorry, Frank. I'll leave you alone now.
Frank: Yes. I can't look at you anymore. [sees the outfit Marie picked for him] Oh, jeezaloo.