Debra: I mean, when he heard what those women said about me, he was really mad, right, Ray?
Ray: Listen, Deb, I think you may have misunderstood what I was saying when I told you about what those women said.
Debra: How did I misunderstand?
Ray: You believed me.
Debra: What?
Ray: I made it up.
Debra: You made it up? You mean they never called me trampy?
Ray: No, they did not. But, see, that's the good news. You have nice friends at the P.T.A.
Debra: You mean I used to! Oh my God, look at me! Oh my God. Ray, how could you do this to me?!
Robert: Oh, I think he had a very good reason. You asked him to wear a clean shirt, and he told you everyone thinks you're a tramp.
Ray: Excuse me, but a tramp can be a lovable character who rides the rails.

Amy: I cannot believe you, Ray! Did you realize how horrible you made Debra feel about herself? Just because you didn't want to admit that you're a... sloppy guy.
Ray: What are you- You're the one who said at her age she should be dressing like she's pushing a walker on her way to bingo.
Amy: I never said that.
Ray: You said exactly that, Amy!

Ray: Now listen, Deb I may have said those things, but I didn't think you'd come walking down like, uh... Uh... Uh...
Frank: Sidewalk Sally?
Ray: Yes. Yes.

Ray: Why? Why'd you do that?
Debra: Because you made me think they hated the way I dressed.
Ray: Just because they didn't say it doesn't mean they don't think it.
Debra: I think maybe you have a problem with the way I dress.
Ray: Maybe I do!
Debra: Well, why didn't you tell me instead of pretending it was the P.T.A?
Ray: Because I thought it would mean more coming from them.

Marie: Debra, I must say that in this instance Raymond's absolutely right about your wardrobe.
Debra: Marie, you know this is not something I would normally wear.
Marie: I see no difference between this and all your other outfits.
Debra: What?
Marie: What about that red dress of yours?
Debra: What red dress?
Robert: The one with the open back. You wore it to Mom and Dad's anniversary.
Amy: Robert, what was I wearing at your parents' anniversary?
Robert: You were ravishing in a very lovely spring ensemble.

Marie: We're not talking about me. We're talking about Debra, who doesn't realize that she's crossed the line of decency.
Debra: Oh, you think this is indecent? I'll show you indecent. Gee, it's a little warm in my house. I don't think I feel like wearing a top anymore.
Marie: Oh! Oh! Frank, we're leaving! Debra has a serious problem.
Frank: Then let's help her.
Amy: Yeah, we should probably all go. This is a private matter between Ray and Debra. Come on, Robert.
Robert: Yes. Yes. This has suddenly taken a very ugly turn, and I, for one, do not want to see what happens next.

Ray: Wow, that was that was great. You scared them away with your peep-show threat. All right. We gotta remember that move. All right, listen listen. You you always say that when we walk in a place together, the way I dress is a reflection on you. Well... Well, it works the other way too, right?
Debra: What is wrong with how I dress?
Ray: I don't know. It- It's like you're advertising something that's not for sale.
Debra: What, because you own me?
Ray: Yeah. No. Well... I own you and you own me. That's marriage. It's not my fault you made a bad deal.

Ray: Who are they to judge you? They're jealous. Did you see that Liz Sharpe the other night? Whoo-hoo. She'd only want your dress if it was deep-fried and covered in sprinkles.
Debra: Liz is pretty skinny.
Ray: She's a cow.
Debra: You think?
Ray: Moooo. That's a cow. So you shouldn't let those women get you down. They're just a bunch of uptight, catty hausfraus who only get exercise when they wrestle ham from each other.

Ray: What are you doing?
Debra: Nothing. You have a little cocktail sauce on your shirt.
Ray: At least I have a shirt.