Frank: I gotta tell ya, breaking up on the answering machine is the way to go. If those things were around in my day, I wouldn't have had to move so much.
Debra: But nobody thinks it's odd that someone would keep a tape like this?
Frank: I'll tell you what it is, it's dumb. You should get rid of all evidence of the past.
Marie: I kept everything from my past relationships.
Frank: She had to. It's tough to throw out a cave painting.

Debra: Ray, I really don't remember. None of these guys mean anything to me now.
Ray: What other gifts do you have?
Debra: I don't know. Um, the pepper grinder.
Ray: The pepper grinder? Our pepper grinder? The grinder I pepper my food with?

Debra: Hey, Ray, I was cleaning out the basement and- By the way, did you know your family's downstairs?
Ray: Why do you think I'm upstairs?
Debra: Why do you think I'm cleaning out the basement? Anyway, I was down there, and I came across a box of your old trophies.
Ray: What, my foosball trophies?
Debra: No, your Nobel prizes.