Ray: As soon as she comes down.
Kevin: You want me to make a noise?
Ray: What do you mean, make a noise? She's not geese. Just relax.

Kevin: Supposed to be nice tomorrow, Ray.
Ray: Oh, yeah? I heard.
Kevin: Hey, we should golfing.
Ray: Yeah, tomorrow? No, no, I just got back from the road. I want to be home. [stands up and walks over to Debra] Good to be home.
Kevin: We'll go to Westchester. They just resodded.
Ray: Did they? Did they resod that?
Kevin: New grass.
Ray: Oh, man, sounds great, but I can't. I can't go golfing.
Debra: No. I'm reading that.
Ray: Oh, sorry. So I can't, Kevin. Maybe some other time.
Kevin: Some other time, we might not get out for free.
Ray: Free?
Kevin: My buddy Mike, he works down at the pro shop. He can comp us. You know, save us $100.
Ray: It's not about the money. I've been gone for a week. No, I can't.
Debra: I think you should go, Ray.
Ray: No. Yeah? I just got back from the road. I want to... Yeah?

Ray: Wait a minute. I'm not feeling right here.
Robert: What is it, Raymond?
Ray: I don't know. Something's going on here.
Robert: You have any tingling in your left arm or chest pains?
Ray: No.
Robert: Well, it's not a heart attack.
Kevin: All right. Let's get going then.
Ray: Back up a little, will you? Back up. Come on. Give me room.
Robert: How far do you want us to go?
Ray: I'm feeling crowded here.
Kevin: Ray, relax. You just got to relax.
Robert: Yeah, sit down.
Ray: Would you shut up for a second?
Robert: Get him some water.
Ray: Make it a ginger ale!
Kevin: I'm going to need $1.

Robert: How are you doing?
Ray: I'm fine. I'm sorry about that.
Kevin: You know what it could have been, Ray?
Ray: What?
Kevin: Tick bite. From a deer tick. A deer tick bite.
Ray: No. This wasn't a bite. This was something internal.
Robert: Maybe you have a fear of public speaking.
Ray: Maybe this whole thing is from guilt.
Kevin: Guilt? From what?
Ray: From that trick we pulled on Debra.
Kevin: That was not a trick on Debra. We put on a little play for her, that's all.
Ray: It was harmless, right?

Debra: So, it must have been a good game. You're two hours late.
Ray: Yeah, well, something strange happened.
Debra: Really, what?
Ray: After golfing we were in the locker room, and I got this weird feeling.
Debra: Oh, Ray, you are not gay.
Ray: No, I know. You told me. But this was something else.

Marie: [enters] Raymond, are you okay? Your brother told me what happened.
Debra: What happened?
Marie: Tell me what Dr. Sundram said.
Debra: Wait a minute. Doctor?
Ray: I went to the doctor on the way home. He said I'm fine. He said it was nothing more than stress. That's all.
Frank: Hey, I need some room to work here. Will you clear out?
Marie: Frank, Raymond had an attack today.
Ray: Stop, it was nothing. It was anxiety. That's all.
Frank: An anxiety attack? Give me a break. Everyone's having those nowadays. It's hip.
Marie: That's not funny, Frank. Our son has mental problems.

Debra: So he told you to relax, huh? Are you going to listen to him?
Ray: I think so. Yes.
Debra: So what did he tell you to do? Like you're supposed to take time off from work, or.
Ray: No, no. No, no. He actually said what he thought would help me was if I played more golf.
Debra: Dr. Sundram said play more golf?
Ray: I have a note.
Debra: He wrote you a note?
Ray: I knew. I knew you wouldn't believe it, so I went back, asked him to write it down.

Ray: Deb, I'm home. Deb, where are you?
Debra: [o.s.] I'm up here. In the bedroom.
Ray: Where are the kids?
Debra: They're at Linda's house.
Ray: Good. Come down, will you? I want to talk to you.
Debra: Oh, I think you might want to come up.
Ray: [to himself] It's 3:00. This can't be sex. [to Debra] Come down, will you?
Debra: All right, but I'll have to put clothes on.
Ray: Coming up.

Ray: I don't think it was because I needed to play more golf. I think it was because I was feeling guilty about tricking you into letting me play golf.
Debra: What are you talking about? I told you to go.
Ray: No, no, no, no. No, you only thought that you did.
Debra: Ray, come on, I was there when I said it.
Ray: Yeah, it was kind of a con job.
Debra: What?
Ray: It was funny. Yeah, the whole Kevin asking me in front of you, me turning him down. We kind of played you. Sorry.
Debra: So, what about the doctor's? You know, where he tells you to play golf forever.
Ray: That was real.
Debra: So, when you told the doctor that you tricked me into letting you play golf, he recommended more golf?
Ray: ... I might have left out the tricking part.
Debra: Really?
Ray: I was going to tell him, but then when he prescribed golf I kind of forgot.

Debra: You forgot? You lied to me and then because you feel bad about it I have to make sure that you relax.
Ray: I never meant for that to happen.
Debra: You have some nerve.
Ray: I know.
Debra: "Don't get too overworked, Ray." "Let Ray relax. He just had an episode."
Ray: Look, I never thought that-
Debra: Oh, my God! What about me, Ray? When do I get to have an episode? I think I deserve an episode, huh? When do I get to have my little [silly noises]
Ray: Wait a minute, all right? You're making fun of an illness, now.
Debra: What else was a trick? Your mother coming over here to tell me to have sex with you?
Ray: What?
Debra: Yep. This is what I have to put up with while you're off playing golf. Your mother coming over here and telling me it'll help you relax if I make myself "available" to you.