[flashback:]
Ray: What if she wanted to say no?
Robert: What do you mean?
Ray: She was in front of the whole family. She had to say yes.
Robert: Come on.
Ray: Plus, I put it in the paper. Oh, no, why did I do that? She couldn't say no. Oh, my God. I am a jackass.
Robert: I think you're supposed to put the accent on the "jack."
Ray: Oh, God, what did I do? I'm like one of those losers at the ball game that rents a blimp. "Oh, marry me, Hilda." Yeah. Hilda can't say no. They'll throw beer on her.

[flashback:]
Ray: Dad, please, give it to me.
Frank: "As a boy, sports was the only way I could connect with my father. The first game he took me to was at Yankee Stadium when I was eight. Bobby Murcer homered in the ninth to win it. I thought nothing could be more thrilling. Then on the ride home, my father talked to me. He listened. He shared his passion for sports with me. I love sports for many reasons now, but I have to say that what drew me to the games as a young boy was the ride home." What, are you saying I didn't talk to you? What is this? ls that what you're saying?
Ray: All right, Dad. That's not what I'm saying. Now, please, don't read any more.

[flashback:]
Ray: Why don't we just sit? I'll sit over here. And we'll just... You know what we'll do? We'll eat some carrot sticks and we'll talk.
Debra: Ray, I told you, I'm not having sex on your mom's plastic couch.
Ray: But I don't want- No, I don't want sex, all right? I want a carrot, that's all.
Debra: Okay, we'll go to your room. Come on.