Debra: Why did you tell me it was only once a year?
Marie: Because this whole topic is improper. What we do in our bedroom is our own business. And I prefer not to be known as the whore of Lynbrook.
Frank: We can move from Lynbrook.
Debra: You know, I don't understand, Marie. What are you so ashamed of?
Frank: She's ashamed to admit she likes it.
Marie: Oh, Frank. How do you know I like it?
Frank: Well, who wouldn't like it? Why don't you just admit it, Marie.
Marie: Yes, it's true. I enjoy my sex life. All right? Okay? I mean, forgive me, but in my day a woman didn't discuss these things. I mean, sex was a wifely duty. And the truth of the matter is that your father happens to be very competent. And it's obvious that I'm a woman. And I have needs like any other woman. Maybe I shouldn't be ashamed of sex because it's a very natural part of life. And if I'm lucky enough to still enjoy the pleasures of it, then I'm going to.

Frank: Look, it's all right. It's all right. Listen, sonny, if you're having trouble making the wee-wacky-woo-hoo, you did not get that from me.
Ray: You want to be honest? Let's be honest. Mom told Debra how much things have slowed down between you two.
Frank: Well, I might not be where I was at your age, but I think a couple of times a week is pretty good.
Robert: A couple times a week?
Ray: Holy crap.
Frank: That's right. And now if you'll excuse me, all this talk has kind of put me in the mood.

Frank: Look, I don't care. If it's out in the open, it's out in the open. Twice a week.
Marie: Oh, Frank! What are you saying? Don't lie like that.
Debra: Okay, see?
Frank: Hey, who's lying? What's wrong with you?
Marie: Why are we having this conversation?
Frank: Come on, Marie. I got a reputation here. Word of mouth is everything in this business.
Marie: I happen to be a lady, Frank. [Frank pokes Marie] Ooh!
Debra: What do you mean, Marie? Is it true?
Marie: Yes, it's true!