Debra: What's this?
Frank: I don't know, some porcelain thing you gave us for our 30th anniversary or some other terrible occasion.
Debra: Why are you giving it back to me?
Frank: Marie says she doesn't like it and she never did.
Debra: So she sent you over here with this?
Frank: That's right. I'm Marie's stinking messenger service since you two stopped talking to each other.
Debra: Okay, Frank. All right. Okay.
Frank: You know who she does talk to? Me. Nonstop. So do me a favor. If you're upset, please shoot the messenger.

Debra: What are you watching?
Ray: You. [kisses Debra]
Debra: Oh, hey, Ray, you know what? How about tomorrow, hmm?
Ray: How about we start today and go till tomorrow?
Debra: We'll, we'd have to start at 11:59, then.

[flashback:]
Marie: I know exactly what you and Debra are planning.
Ray: What? How do you know anything?
Marie: Believe me, I would rather not know. But when you talk in your room, it carries through the whole house.
Frank: Especially when your mother stands on the dresser so she can listen through the vent.