Ray: Well, we go away, and we only take the one suitcase with us. We had a good time gettin' away and everything, but when we got home, we were very tired, so we just dropped everything, woke up the gruesome twosome that were here babysitting, and went up to bed. The suitcase was sittin' on the landing. That was two weeks ago. So life just kinda went on, but then, after a few days, I noticed it was still there. At first I thought Debra just hadn't gotten to it yet, but then it was, like, a week.
Robert: So why didn't you just move it yourself?
Ray: Well, because I'm at work all day.
Robert: Oh, and what Debra's doing isn't work?
Ray: Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're Mr. Sensitive. What I'm saying is that... Debra's here. She's walkin' by it. It should be drivin' her nuts by now. At that point I was like, "Fine. It doesn't bother her, it doesn't bother me." Then, a few days later, I notice her wearing a sweater that she brought with her on the trip.
Robert: So?
Ray: So that means she took it out of the suitcase. Is that passive-aggressive or what? So you know what I did? I took my clothes out of the suitcase too, and walked right in front of her.
Robert: What did that do?
Ray: Nothin'. Then yesterday I stubbed my toe on the damn thing. So I say to no one in particular, "Huh, that suitcase is still there?" And she goes, "Yeah, I guess it is." So now I definitely know she's not just puttin' off movin' it. She's- She's waitin' me out or somethin'. I'll let you in on a little secret: She's gonna be waitin' a long time.

Marie: So one day, after months of the spoon and the fork just sitting on the counter, we had a big fight. It was our first fight as husband and wife.
Debra: Wow. The shot heard 'round the world.
Marie: Finally, I told him, "I'm going to my mother's and when I get back, you'd better be the only ugly thing left in this house." And when I got home he was sitting right here, and he had nailed the spoon to the wall.
Debra: Whoa!
Marie: He thought he had won. You see what I did?
Debra: Ah, very clever.
Marie: And notice the fork is higher. And they've been there ever since. Every time I come into this kitchen, it reminds me of that fight. Every day for 45 years.
Debra: Wow, I'm shocked. You two seem so happy.
Marie: Trust me, dear. It's not worth it. Go. Go move the luggage. You be the better person. Hmm? Don't let a suitcase filled with cheese be your big fork and spoon.

Frank: Well, aren't you doin' the same thing?
Debra: No! This is completely different. I have to do everything around this house. If I don't do it, it doesn't get done.
Frank: Well, that's because - now, take it easy - that's how it's supposed to be.
Debra: "That's how it's supposed to be"?!
Frank: I said take it easy. Now, look, Ray lugged the suitcase around all weekend, but it's in the house now, all full of laundry, and it's all "womany" now. So you should move it. That's how it's supposed to be.
Debra: Okay, now let me tell you something. If I'm the one that has to do the laundry, why should I be the one to drag that thing upstairs, huh? Isn't the man supposed to carry stuff? Isn't that the "manny" thing to do, huh? Isn't that how that's supposed to be?
Frank: Obviously, you've spent a lot more time thinking about this than I have.