Marie: Can I just say one thing, Debra?
Frank: I'd say she can't.
Marie: There's a time arrives in a woman's life when she still can show her body off but she shouldn't. It's just not becoming of a lady. And I say that for every year you're over 40, you should add an inch to the hemline of your dress.
Frank: Well, then you should be dragging around a Persian rug.

Ray: And- And here we are and I'm still the same ol' guy and you're dressing all hot and looking all great. And I don't know, what are you looking for, somebody in your own league?
Debra: Do you really think I'm looking?
Ray: Well, what am I supposed to think when you go out dressed like Wonder Woman?
Debra: I dress the way I dress because I am a housewife, which is great and I love that, but I don't always want to dress like a housewife. That has nothing to do with me wanting to get away from you most of the time. And, you know, you can put yourself down all you want, but you are very good-looking.
Ray: Oh, shut up.
Debra: No. It's true. In fact, you are better looking now than you were when I met you. I mean, it's not fair. You get distinguished and handsome, and I have to worry about the day I get out of bed and everything hits the floor.

Amy: Ray, what happened to your shirt?
Debra: Thank you, Amy. Ray, the P.T.A. meeting is here next week, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't look like that. It's a reflection on me.
Ray: Oh, come on.
Debra: No. I can't imagine what people think when we walk in someplace together.
Robert: They're thinking, "What a beautiful woman with horribly impaired vision."
Ray: Yeah. What does Amy hear? "Look out, lady, it's right behind you."