Andy: Uh-oh, Ray. Looks like Olga Korbut came in and drank all your ginger ale.

Debra: I don't know. I don't know. It was like... I was looking for this coupon and the drawer was full of junk and I was distracted on the phone, so I emptied it and I stomped on it and I threw it on the garbage truck myself.
Marie: Oh, dear. What was the coupon for?
Debra: A facial.
Marie: Vanity, vanity, vanity.
Debra: It wasn't for me.

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.

Debra: I can't do this. I can't. Ray, listen. I should have told you this when it happened. I'm the one who threw out your Muhammad Ali letter.
Ray: What?
Debra: Yeah. I threw it out by accident, and then I panicked, and Marie took the blame for me.
Ray: And then you buried it?

Ray: You happy with yourself? Huh? Getting into business with this one?
Marie: Oh, you're one to talk, Raymond. Debra, that's a beautiful necklace. Where did you get it from, Raymond?
Ray: Well.... Well, wherever I got it from, I'm gonna return it, 'cause her beauty overwhelms it. All right, what do you say we get this bush in the ground?
Debra: You didn't buy this necklace? You had your mother do it? You couldn't buy me a birthday gift on your own?
Marie: Well, I'm sure he would have bought it himself if he had remembered your birthday.
Debra: You still- [Amy grabs the shovel from Debra as she lunges at ray] You still need your mother to tell you when my birthday is?
Ray: You still need my mother to cover for you when you destroy my letters from Muhammad Ali?

Robert: Wow.
Ray: You learned something tonight, didn't you?
Debra: Yep.
Ray: Don't touch my stuff.