Debra: This is your defense. Him?
Ray: Yeah. We were happy 'cause we were with our dad. And that's why the boys had a good time.
Debra: Doing what you want to do.
Ray: The boys had fun. To quote them, "Ya-hoo."
Marie: They did seem happy.
Frank: Next time, give them some beer.

Ray: Oh boy, those kids really wore me out today. I've probably got just enough strength to make love, and that's it.

Debra: So you really spent the whole day on the golf course with the kids?
Ray: Wait a minute. Didn't I already win this argument?
Debra: I know, but it's just... I don't know. It seemed like you had such a good time together.
Ray: You told me to.
Debra: Well, what about me?
Ray: What do you mean? You can have a good time with them every day if you want. Do it tomorrow. I can go golfing without the noise, you know. I didn't want to say anything, but they cost me, like, four strokes.

Debra: Not me and them. Me and you.
Ray: What?
Debra: I mean, you can have such a fun time with the kids. Why can't you have fun with me?
Ray: I was just trying to have fun with you.
Debra: You were trying to have sex with me
Ray: Sex is fun. Especially with me, 'cause I whistle.

Debra: You remember when we were boyfriend and girlfriend, we used to go to concerts and bowling, baseball games... everything. We used to have fun.
Ray: Look, I didn't know that you were still interested in having fun.
Debra: What are you talking about? Of course I am.
Ray: Well, all right, but you gotta tell me. I'm not a mind reader.
Debra: All right, okay. You know what? I am telling you right now, I want to have fun with you.
Ray: Okay.
Debra: Non-sexual fun.

Ray: Where is this coming from? Were you reading one of those magazines in the beauty parlor?
Debra: No, Ray. But I did happen to get a postcard from Amy and Robert today.
Ray: Oh, Amy and Robert! "Oh, oh, we're in ltaly. Oh, let's share a piece of spaghetti together and then we can slurp it till we meet in the middle."
Debra: "We're having such a great time together. It's absolutely magical."
Ray: They're on their honeymoon! Guess what they're doing a lot of.

Debra: There you are.
Ray: Hey.
Debra: I was just in the gift shop. You didn't par off without me, did you?
Ray: No, no. No, I didn't- I didn't tee off. Tee off.
Debra: Right. Look, I got us visors.
Ray: Hey, hey! Great, yeah. Hey, they match. "l love birdies."
Debra: Yeah. I mean, I know it doesn't have anything to do with golf, but I just thought they were cute.

Debra: Oh my gosh, Ray, that was great!
Ray: Yeah, that'll work.
Debra: No, really, Ray, that was awesome. I had no idea you were so good. My gosh, you were like one of those pros on TV.
Ray: No. Yeah?
Debra: Yeah! Wow!
Ray: You know, I got my hips through on that one.
Debra: Hit another one.
Ray: No, don't worry. There'll be plenty more times to amaze you.

Debra: Sorry, guys. We'll get out of your way.
Ray: All right. Hey, guys, if my wife calls, tell her I'm with my girlfriend.
Debra: Oh!

Debra: Okay, honey, slice it in.
Ray: [to himself] Oh, you gotta hit it, you idiot!
Debra: Um, you know what?
Ray: What?
Debra: Nothing. It's just I noticed that your thumbs aren't really on top of your grip.
Ray: Oh yeah. Yeah, you're right. Okay.
Debra: Good shot, honey.
Ray: Yeah, a bogey.
Debra: Are you okay? You didn't mind me correcting you, did you?
Ray: No, not at all. I love it at home, why wouldn't I love it on the golf course? [off Debra's look] I'm joking. Golfers, they zing each other all the time. They zing-zing! Come on, next hole!