Debra: Okay, ready?
Ray: Ooh, lucky number seven.
Debra: Okay. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. "Kiss your lover as though they're about to climb Mount Everest."
Ray: Oh, yeah. [kisses Debra] Okay.
[Ray then lays Debra down and climbs on her]
Debra: Ray, Ray! Stop it! Ray! It's your turn.
Ray: I love this game.
Debra: Ray, come on! Ray! You've got to roll!
Ray: Hey, I'm climbing Everest. I could be dead tomorrow.
Debra: Listen, Ray!
Ray: I'm going away!
Debra: Would you roll the dice?

Ray: Okay. Three. One, two, three. "Tell your lover something about you they do not know." I'm back from Everest! [lays Debra down]
Debra: Ray, come on. Stop it! Would you stop?! You're supposed to share something with me.
Ray: I'm trying to!
Debra: Come on.
Ray: Where are the fun squares?
Debra: The blue squares are naughty, the pink squares are romantic.
Ray: [scoffs] Pink.

Debra: All right, come on. Tell me something I don't know about you.
Ray: All right. Something you don't know. Well, this afternoon when I was trying to get you something...
Debra: Yeah?
Ray: I stopped and got a chili dog.
Debra: Just give me the dice.
Ray: Wait, come on. There's nothing but pink squares. Hold on, where's blue? Right, here's blue. The first blue one "Without using your hand, remove a piece of your lover's clothing." Oh, yeah. Hold on, what do I need? I need a one, two, three, four, five. Okay, five's what I'm talking about. Come on, five, baby.
Debra: If we get a three, we get to write each other a poem.
Ray: Oh, God! Please, no. Please, five! Come on, five! Fever in the cathouse, the doctor ain't home.

Debra: Ha! Nine.
Ray: All right, I'll move it for you. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... a blue one!
Debra: No, no, you counted that square twice.
Ray: No, I didn't.
Debra: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
Ray: I don't think you're getting into the spirit of the game.
Debra: Let me read the square. "Without talking, stare into your lover's eyes for three minutes."
Ray: What, are you kidding me?
Debra: Three minutes.
Ray: Do you know how long three minutes is? It's long. Ask an egg.

Ray: I don't think we're getting what's intended here, 'cause you're startin' to look like the devil.
Debra: All right, forget it.
Ray: No, no, no! It's just that my eyes are blurry, that's all! I didn't say it's not romantic. The devil's hot.
Debra: Why can't you look into my eyes?
Ray: Because they're too beautiful.
Debra: Oh!
Ray: Look, the game's obviously rigged, all right? There's twice as many pink romantic squares as naughty blue ones.

Debra: No, I'm not talking about romance. I wanted to play this game for other things, too.
Ray: I know, I know. I don't hold your hand enough, watch you sleep, listen to your heartbeat, muh, muh, muh... What, and let me tell you something. What you call romance it's always changing. Sometimes you want flowers, and other times... Other times... How about the time you got excited 'cause I brought home a bucket of chicken? Why? What is romance? Tell me what it is. I'll do it every time.
Debra: Listen, Ray, I'm not talking about you and the romance. I'm talking about you and... the blue squares.
Ray: Wait. The blue squares? The blue ones are the sex ones! What are you saying? What? [off Debra's look] Oh... The blue squares.

Debra: Is it all right if we talk about it?
Ray: Go ahead.
Debra: All right. Well first of all, I love you.
Ray: Oohhh...
Debra: But when we are... making love-
Ray: Oohhh.
Debra: Ray, just look at me.
Ray: No.
Debra: I'm your wife. You should be able to talk to me about this.
Ray: Your wife is the last person you want to hear these things from.
Debra: Who would you rather hear it from?
Ray: Somebody who doesn't have any proof.

Ray: Sorry. I didn't know that. Can I ask you something?
Debra: Sure.
Ray: After 12 years, I should know you, right?
Debra: That's all I'm saying.
Ray: After 12 years, shouldn't you know me? I mean, you could have realized that I wasn't getting your signals after year three. I mean, you had to know you were married to a guy who occasionally might miss a thing or two, and maybe you might have to speak up.
Debra: I don't want to speak up.
Ray: Why not?
Debra: It's embarrassing.
Ray: Not as embarrassing as finding out you've been doing it wrong for 12 years.

Ray: So you wanna start speakin' up?
Debra: Okay, but you'll try to be a little more aware, right?
Ray: Yeah, yeah!
Debra: I don't mean just in the bedroom.
Ray: No, no, no, no!
Debra: If you see the laundry lying around or the bills are piling up or the garbage-
Ray: Maybe we should start with the sex and see how far we get.
Debra: Ray, you know what I'm talkin' about, right?
Ray: I do. I hear you. You're right.
Debra: Thank you, honey.
Ray: So, are you going to tell me what you want?
Debra: I'll give it a try.
Ray: What would you like?
Debra: I'd like you to help me with the laundry.

Debra: Ooh.
Ray: Oh, yeah.
Debra: Wow.
Ray: Yup, yup.
Debra: Oh, I'm going to write those Sensuopoly people and tell them we made up a new square.
Ray: Yeah. While you're at it, tell 'em that square six doesn't work. Unless you bring in a third person.