Ray: Can you believe this? It's the best assignment I've ever gotten, and I can't even enjoy it now 'cause everybody hates me.
Debra: I understand, Ray. You know what? It's your trip, and you're entitled to take your friend instead of your brother or your father... or your wife.
Ray: Wife?
Debra: Yeah, wife that's me, remember? [hums the bridal chorus]
Ray: Oh, I know the song... [hums] Yeah. I know that song. It was the happiest day of my life.
Debra: You get to go on this great trip, and it never even occurred to you to ask me.
Ray: But that's because this is football.
Debra: So what?
Ray: Oh, come on, if you had two tickets to the Pottery Barn Grand Championships, would you wanna take me?
Debra: Ray, I don't care about the football, but what about us getting away together? You're going to this nice hotel. We could have dinner.
Ray: Okay, see, that's the problem. I mean, the hotel with the paper's budget, it's probably a halfway house, and the food's gonna stink.
Debra: You just told me this was the greatest assignment you'd ever gotten.
Ray: Well, that's the key word assignment. Good. Nobody brings their wives, 'cause that weekend they're married to the game. [off Debra's look] Assignment.