Ray: No, no, I don't get it. What? I'm here. I'm at the Super Bowl with my best friend. I'm having a great time, with your blessing, mind you, and then I see the other wives are here, and they're having fun, and I thought you would have fun too. I really did. I really thought that you would like it. Instead, you're yelling at me. That's not fair. You weren't even supposed to be here.
Debra: What did you say?
Ray: What, the whole thing?
Debra: No, just that last thing.
Ray: Oh, whatever that was, that wasn't the last thing, 'cause the last thing was gonna be "I'm sorry, and I'm stupid." Oh, oh- Come on. What's the matter?
Debra: You know what? You never make plans with me. We hardly spend any time together, and it doesn't seem to bother you. The last thing we did together, what was it? Uh... Oh, we stopped at a drive-thru on the way home from me taking you to the doctor to get your ear drained.
Ray: That's right. We had those great tacos.
Debra: Look, I know that this is the Super Bowl, but it's just I was so happy on the plane ride over here, because I thought that you... Oh, you know, forget it. I'm gonna go home.
Ray: No, no, you're not gonna go home. No, look, I'm not gonna go golfing. I'll go to the press conference, then you and I get the first shuttle to the 50 countries.
Debra: No, Ray.
Ray: No, come on. I want to. Then after that, we're gonna have dinner, and then after that, no sex. You deserve it.