Debra: Robert told Amy why you've been turning me down.
Ray: I hate that guy!
Debra: So you were just toying with me? Getting me to beg for sex that makes you feel good?!
Ray: No! No, I don't know. I just I guess I wanted to see what it was like to be the one being pursued for once.
Debra: But you made me feel terrible about myself! You just kept rejecting me. How could you do that to somebody?
Ray: What?
Debra: You had me convinced I was a fat, ugly old lady!
Ray: Well, now you know how I feel! You feel bad because I turned you down, what, three times? Try being rejected 40 or 50 times for the last 10 years. How do you think that feels? You're looking at the president of the fat, ugly old ladies' club. Welcome! Have a donut!
Debra: There is no way I turned you down that much. And I say yes a lot!
Ray: Exactly. You say yes and you say no. You're- You're the bouncer in front of the disco who decides who gets in and who doesn't. And for once, it was you standing outside. Yeah, and you couldn't take it. Yeah, it's cold out there, isn't it, standing in the rain with your bad shirt and your acne pimples?

Debra: "The power"? I mean, why would he? Oh!
Amy: What?
Debra: Oh, my God. Oh, my God! He has been turning me down on purpose!
Amy: Oh, no. Why would he do that?
Debra: For the power! He thinks it gives him the upper hand or something.
Amy: Well, that's gross. Hey, but look on the bright side. This means you're still hot.
Debra: Of course I am! The worst part about this is that it worked. I've been trying to make myself look better for him. Do you know I did 138 sit-ups this morning? All for some guy whose stomach looks like a deflated clown balloon?
Amy: Oh, boy. You're gonna kill him, aren't you?
Debra: No. No, I want him alive.

Frank: Your mother's got a look, too. Which is why after sunset I avoid all eye contact.