Debra: Oh, good. You guys were there. Was that the most humiliating thing you have ever seen?
Robert: Brutal, Raymond.
Frank: I felt bad for you, sweetheart. Had trouble finishing my lunch.
Ray: What happened? After she said no, what did you do?
Debra: Just sat there like an idiot.
Robert: Us, too.
Debra: Marie just went about her business as if nothing had happened.
Robert: I know how you feel, Deb. That's just how she is. Only certain people are allowed in the pantheon of affection: the Pope, Frank Sinatra, Placido Domingo, and Raymond. You just gotta let it go. That's all. You gotta let it go!
Ray: Yeah. Like he did.
Robert: I know what. Maybe I'll start calling her "Marie." Bet she wouldn't even notice. "Hello, Marie." "Hello, Robbie. Have you seen Placido Domingo? Or Raymond?"