Amy: Deb, can we watch TV over here? Frank fell asleep with the remote tucked into his boxers.
Robert: And then the channel changed so we got the hell out of there.

Marie: Can I just say one thing, Debra?
Frank: I'd say she can't.
Marie: There's a time arrives in a woman's life when she still can show her body off but she shouldn't. It's just not becoming of a lady. And I say that for every year you're over 40, you should add an inch to the hemline of your dress.
Frank: Well, then you should be dragging around a Persian rug.

Ray: And- And here we are and I'm still the same ol' guy and you're dressing all hot and looking all great. And I don't know, what are you looking for, somebody in your own league?
Debra: Do you really think I'm looking?
Ray: Well, what am I supposed to think when you go out dressed like Wonder Woman?
Debra: I dress the way I dress because I am a housewife, which is great and I love that, but I don't always want to dress like a housewife. That has nothing to do with me wanting to get away from you most of the time. And, you know, you can put yourself down all you want, but you are very good-looking.
Ray: Oh, shut up.
Debra: No. It's true. In fact, you are better looking now than you were when I met you. I mean, it's not fair. You get distinguished and handsome, and I have to worry about the day I get out of bed and everything hits the floor.

Amy: Ray, what happened to your shirt?
Debra: Thank you, Amy. Ray, the P.T.A. meeting is here next week, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't look like that. It's a reflection on me.
Ray: Oh, come on.
Debra: No. I can't imagine what people think when we walk in someplace together.
Robert: They're thinking, "What a beautiful woman with horribly impaired vision."
Ray: Yeah. What does Amy hear? "Look out, lady, it's right behind you."

Ray: You got a couple of years left before that's gonna happen.
Debra: Well, I guess that's a compliment. I'll take it. I'll take any compliment. You know, sometimes people say nice things about the way I dress, and I guess I like that.
Ray: Well, yeah, but who's saying nice things to you?
Debra: Just people. But a lot of times I never get that from you.
Ray: What? You know I think you're hot.
Debra: Yes, I know when I go to bed and turn off my light I will get mauled. It would be nice to hear it with words sometimes during the day when I have clothes on.

Debra: Look, I probably shouldn't be wearing a dress like that. I've worn it so many times. I can only imagine how many other people think I look trampy.
Ray: They don't think that, trust me.
Debra: And your mother's made her share of comments over the years. I've always just dismissed them because she's, you know, horrible.

Debra: So what, you want me to go out in a parka and snow pants?
Ray: No.
Debra: Oh, you want me to look good, but not too good?
Ray: Yes. Come on. Wait, look at you. You're you're sexy. Yeah, I could put on some finer clothes and and maybe not wear so much food, but I'm still gonna be this. You know, when we were going out, people would say, "What's that hot girl doing with that nose with sneakers?"

Ray: What's to eat?
Debra: Oh, you couldn't possibly be hungry. You spent the whole P.T.A. meeting at the buffet table. And what is that on your shirt?
Ray: [licks] Chocolate pudding. Yeah. Want some?
Debra: Ugh. I mean, by the way, you couldn't wear a nicer shirt to the P.T.A. meeting?
Ray: I don't wanna get chocolate pudding on a nicer shirt.
Debra: You know, you don't even care how you look.
Robert: [enters] Or sound or act or smell. Hello.

Ray: Well, that's all very funny considering what I heard people say about how Debra looks tonight.
Debra: What are you talking about?
Ray: Nothing. I was standing by the buffet, I overheard one of the mothers say, "I wonder where the rest of her dress is."
Debra: Who said that?
Ray: I don't know. The woman who's always there... tall and skinny. She was blocking the bean dip.
Debra: Liz Sharpe? She complimented me on this dress. You don't know what you're talking about.
Ray: I'm just telling you what they were saying.
Debra: What "they"? Was there somebody else?
Ray: She said that, and then the other woman said, "Yeah. That dress makes her look..."
Debra: What?
Ray: "Trampy."

Debra: Trampy? I- why would they say that?
Robert: Oh, that's ridiculous. That dress looks fantastic. You have a great body and you're not afraid to show it. ... is what I think Amy is thinking. Right, hot stuff?