Amy: Can I ask you something, Robert?
Robert: Oh, here we go.
Amy: Why are you always so anxious to leave wherever we go? How come you're never satisfied with where you are?
Robert: I'm very satisfied now.
Amy: I wish you would see Dr. Greenberg.
Robert: Again with Greenberg.
Amy: I just think you could be happier.
Robert: Do we have to talk about this here?
Amy: Honey, I just want you to feel better about who you are.
Robert: I am fantastic about who I am! You know what? I'm not gonna do this, okay? Just forget it, all right? Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. End of tour!
Amy: Why are you afraid to be healthy?

Debra: What can I say, Ray? I can't help it.
Ray: You can help it.You just d on't want to. It's all about control. You want the control. That's right. I listen to talk radio.
Debra: I'm controlling? What about you yelling up the stairs, "Hurry up! Let's go! Small bladder!" That doesn't make anybody go any faster.
Ray: Oh, you see? You do do it on purpose.
Debra: No, I'm not doing it on purpose, but you make me anxious when you yell. And then I get all ugh too.

Debra: What time do you want to leave tomorrow night?
Ray: Well, I wanna get there for the appetizers.
Debra: Oh God.
Ray: What?! Last year we missed the bacon-wrapped shrimp. So we should leave here no later than 6:30.
Debra: 6:30?
Ray: Yeah?
Debra: 6:30 AIS. And you won't be yelling up the stairs.
Ray: I won't have to. 6:30.
Debra: 6:30. [they shake hands]
Ray: [to himself in the mirror] I'm a very good-looking woman.

Debra: Amy, can you help me? Where's Ray?
Robert: He's in the car.
Debra: Just tell him I'm coming. Yeah, I know.
Robert: [goes outside] Ray! Raymond!
Debra: Ow, ow, ow, ow!
Amy: I'm sorry! This is really stuck!
Debra: I know. Just...
Robert: [returns] He's gone.