Robert: All right, really, what's going on here?
Debra: Nothing, we're just trying to be a little bit nicer to each other.
Frank: Nice? I tried it once. Didn't care for it.
Marie: Did the same thing happen with smart?

Debra: Oh, you know what? One more thing. I was just thinking that we could not interrupt each other when we're on the phone. Okay?
Ray: Right. Or, like if we're on the phone and I ask for something we could take the time to say, "Hold on, please." And tell me where it is in the same amount of time that it would take to say, "I'm on the phone." Just like that. Do that.
Debra: Okay. Or like when we're having a baby together and I'm in labor, you can maybe help me to the car instead of looking for magazines you want to flip through while you're at the hospital.

Frank: Aw, cut the crap! You're playing with fire here. You gotta let steam off on each other. Because if you let it off on a stranger he gets mad. He punches you. You punch him. He pulls a knife, you pull a gun. Guys jump in, war starts. It's a mess. The spouse is the perfect escape valve.
Marie: He read that at our wedding.