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?

Frank: No, I just dug up a rosebush.
Debra: Why did you do that?
Frank: It was in the swing zone of my hammock.
Debra: What do you want me to do?
Frank: Take the rap. [rubs mud on Debra's face]
Debra: Frank, what are you-
Frank: Put these on.
Marie: Frank. [Debra & Frank gasp] Where have you been? Your dinner's ready. What's all that?
Frank: I was just about to ask Debra the same thing. Debra, what have you done?
Amy: What's going on?
Frank: Uh, Debra's been up to something, and I, for one, don't like the looks of it.

Debra: I'm sorry, Ray. I don't know what to say.
Ray: Well, I can't believe I let you make love to me all week.

Frank: I don't need your mother.
Marie: Who are you kidding? Anytime you want to get out of going anywhere, who tells people that you have phlebitis?
Robert: Wait a minute. You didn't come to our rehearsal dinner because you had phlebitis.
Frank: Marie?
Marie: No, no. You dug up my rosebush, that's the last phlebitis you get from me.

[After Frank walks into the living room in Marie's pink bathrobe]
Amy: Didn't Marie get his clothes back from the shelter?
Robert: Yeah. We're all a little nervous. We're gonna have to start locking your closet.

Ray: Hey, Pistol Pete.
Debra: Hey. Look. I'm wearing the birthday necklace you gave me. I've been getting compliments all week.
Ray: See? Once in a while I can fancypants it.

Robert: Hey, just the man I was looking for.
Ray: Where were you? We got tee time in 30 minutes.
Robert: Relax your undies. I want to show you something before we go.
Ray: Whaddaya got, the rash that looks like a bunny again?
Robert: Actually, yes. But I thought you might rather look at this.

Debra: [on the phone] No, no, no, Amy, listen, listen. If you want to get a facial with the nails, I have this great place. Yes, I have a card for it here somewhere. Hold on. 'Cause the last thing you want is a bad facial. I mean, it's your face, for God's sake. Ugh. No, it's just this drawer is always messy. There's just so much junk in this house. Here it is. I got it. Yeah. All right. The name of the place is "Put on a Happy Face." Now- Now- Yeah. These people are so great. You're just gonna love them. And you know what? While you're there, why don't you get a pedicure? Absolutely. Yes yes yes yes. You just like make it a spa day, yeah. Can you hang on one second? I hear the garbage truck. I just want to catch it. Yeah. [runs out] Hold on. Wait. Excuse me. Wait. Okay, thank you. Whoo. [back on the phone] Oh, sorry. Yeah, I just barely caught him. The trashman let me throw it on the garbage truck myself. No, he does not have a crush on me. He only loves me for my garbage.

Gianni: There is no letter, is there, Ray?
Ray: Yes. There is. I put it right here.
Andy: You know what might have happened to your Muhammad Ali letter? Mickey Mantle came and took it and got away on Secretariat.

Ray: Did you see it?
Debra: Me? I have not been in that drawer all week.
Ray: Are you sure?
Debra: Yes, I'm sure. What do you think, I threw your letter out?
Ray: No.
Debra: Go ahead. Just say it. You think I threw your letter out. 'Cause that's the kind of thing I do, 'cause I'm such a terrible person. I'm just always throwing all your stuff out. That's what you think of me.