Warren: Don't cry, honey.
Debra: I can't help it. I mean, why the hell do you take vows if they don't mean anything?
Warren: We meant it then. We meant it when you were kids. But when your sister and then you went off to college, it kept getting harder.
Debra: Well, what about all the kissing, the traveling together and the Pookums 1 and 2 license plates? What was that?
Warren: I know. I know. I guess, by the end, most of that was just a show. And we had enough. We both had enough. It's not like Ray's parents.
Debra: What?
Warren: They seem to have the secret.
Debra: What?!
Warren: They know how to do it. It's not a facade for them.
Debra: But they're maniacs.
Warren: Yes, but they're honest with each other. Everything's out in the open with them. "Eggs, Marie, and hold the chatter." I love that. I'll tell you, they're the ones who oughta be giving the seminar.

Marie: No, not those pants. They go to Goodwill.
Frank: Hey, I love these pants. Who the hell are you to give 'em to Goodwill?!
Marie: There are holes in the seat! You've worn through them!
Frank: Then you can't give 'em to Goodwill! That's bad will!
Marie: There are other pants in the dryer. Put on one of those.
Frank: No! These are the pants!
Marie: No, you are not wearing those pants, Frank! You're just like an animal!
Frank: Animals don't even like pants! [Marie and Frank have a tug of war over the pants] You did that on purpose!
Marie: I did not!
Frank: You're the animal!

Debra: I'm so sorry, Dad.
Warren: Yeah, me, too.
Debra: Sorry she's doing this to you.
Warren: What do you mean?
Debra: I know how she is.
Warren: Here, sit down. This is not your mother's fault.
Debra: Don't you defend her.
Warren: Listen to me. We have both been unhappy for some time now. Now, you know that.
Debra: All right, but you're the one who at least tries to make an effort, like wanting to go to that marriage counseling.
Warren: Can I tell you something? I never really wanted to go to New Jersey. You want to know why I picked that place? Because I was looking forward to how much your Mother would hate it. Well, she loved it, and I was the one bored out of my freakin' skull. Those workshops... "Polishing your soul mate's soul." So... You really mustn't blame your mother, honey. I'm the one who actually said it was over.
Debra: I don't believe it.
Warren: It's true.
Debra: And what did she say?
Warren: Well, she knew. We both knew.