Ray: You know, you're not supposed to ask people who they vote for. That's why we folded our votes and put it in the shoebox with tape around it, and they locked it up in the school cafe-gym-a-torium as our forefathers did.

Ray: What? You told people you don't know me?
Debra: Of course. You were acting like a goofball.
Ray: I don't care what I was doing. You denied knowing me at the potluck?
Debra: You were stuffing your pants with food.
Ray: I'm your husband. You're supposed to support me no matter what's in my pants.

Ray: Didn't you just say, "partners for better or worse, standing up on each other"
Debra: Oh, don't even. It's not the same thing, and you know it. You embarrassed me.
Ray: I didn't do anything different at that potluck that I don't do at any other public place you drag me to. I have always liked beef! And I have always tried to get as much of it as I could at any function! But even before that happened, you made it very clear that I embarrass you getting up on me about shaving, and telling me to stand up straight and tuck in my shirt, like like I wasn't good enough for you. Now I find out you actually told people that you don't know me? I would never do that to you.