Ray: Just try to put yourself in my place. It's just 'cause you were having so much fun.
Debra: Look, Ray, I told you, let's just drop it. I don't want to discuss this with you anymore.
Ray: How about me, senorita? Will you talk to me?
Debra: No, I don't want to talk to Senor Navel either.
Ray: Oh, that wasn't Senor Navel.
Debra: Well, for the next few days you're gonna be talking to that guy by yourself.

Debra: Robert, I totally understand. I totally understand. It's hard for a woman too. You know, waiting to be asked? And then finally some guy starts approaching you and then he asks the tall blonde standing next to you.
Ray: Yeah, tall blondes. Thank God I gave those up.
Debra: Yeah, big shot. And anyway, when's the last time you took me someplace where we weren't suppose to color the menus, huh?

Marie: No, no. Bullets won't stop him. Flame his head.
Debra: Marie!
Marie: Oh, Debra, I need to borrow some vanilla.
Debra: I think I have some in this spice drawer.
Marie: Would you get it for me? They're about to waste these mutants.

Debra: Damn, he canceled.
Ray: Really? Why did he wait until the last minute like that?
Debra: Some emergency. You know, a rescue thing. Some kid got stuck in a well.
Ray: Stuck in a well.
Debra: Yeah. Who gets stuck in wells anymore? I mean, are there wells in Queens?
Ray: Yeah, see that's the thing. People don't think they're there and then they fall in them.
Debra: He said the kid's gonna be okay but they need a tall guy.
Ray: Yeah. Well, you know, going out with a cop, I mean, that's the life. He's already got a dance partner: danger.
Debra: What kinds of parents are those? You know, they probably had a safety latch on their sock drawer, but that big hole in their backyard, "Oh, gee, we had no idea." I mean, come on, here's an idea for you, childproof your damn well, you stupid morons.

Ray: Hey, is this a good movie? [squeezes his belly button] No! No, senor, no. This is a girly flick. Too much talking. Not enough shooting. Are you hungry, Senor Navel? Si! All right. Here you go, buddy. [puts popcorn in his navel]
Debra: Ray, I'm this close to cracking you across the chops.

Robert: I don't want to interrupt.
Debra: That's okay. Ray's just talking to his belly button.
Robert: Senor Navel?
Debra: You know him?
Robert: I named him.

Ray: You're looking pretty spiffy there. Got a hot date?
Robert: Nah, I was over at the Holiday Inn. They have swing dancing on Thursdays.
Debra: That sounds fun!
Robert: Well, it could have been. But before you dance you gotta get up the nerve to approach a strange woman. Before you do that, you gotta stop throwing up in the men's room.

Ray: What are you so nervous about? You've been dating.
Robert: Yeah, but that's dating. This is dancing.
Ray: So?
Debra: Oh, yeah, I know what he means. Dancing is different. You're very vulnerable.
Robert: Yeah. It's a big risk asking someone if you can hold on to them for 10 minutes.
Ray: All I want is five and I get, "Get off of me, I'm sleeping!"
Debra: Idiot.

Marie: Raymond, I need to borrow vanilla.
Gianni: Hey, Mrs. B.
Marie: Hello, Gianni, dear.
Gianni: Are you making your world-famous cannoli?
Marie: Why yes I am.
Gianni: When are you gonna dump that old man and come bake for me?
Marie: Just say the word, Gianni.
Ray: Please, one horror movie at a time, huh?

Marie: Where's Debra?
Ray: She's dancing at the Holiday Inn.
Marie: Dancing?
Ray: Yeah, she's picking up a little pocket money. She's swing dancing with Robert.
Marie: Aah, that's nice. Robert's a wonderful dancer.
Ray: Yeah, it works out for everybody. She gets to dance, I get to eat salami in the living room.