Debra: All right, so what else could we do?
Ray: We could watch the end of the Nets/Lakers game. I'm kidding. I'm sorry.
Debra: You know, that's what's wrong.
Ray: I know. I make little jokes. I'm dumb.
Debra: No, no, no, we should be able to watch sports together. Come on, you're a sportswriter. It's a big part of your life. I'm interested in your life. Yes, yes, I will watch the basketball game with you. I would like that.

Debra: Okay, basketball it is.
Ray: All right. Oh, this is good.
Debra: So what could you do to take more interest in me?
Ray: Well, I was gonna sit next to you during the watching of the sports.
Debra: You know, actually, I would really like to know what you think about this book I just read.
Ray: You mean by me reading it?
Debra: Yeah, yeah, I would like that.
Ray: Yeah- Oh, but if I'm reading it, we wouldn't be together, which is what we want. Nuts!

Debra: I want you to read this, huh? Look, here it is.
Ray: "Devil Wood." Doesn't sound that bad. "Devil Wood."
Debra: So what do you think?
Ray: And I couldn't take more of an interest in you just by reintroducing myself to your body?
Debra: You read that book, I'll let you take the full tour.
Ray: Chapter one.

Robert: Yeah, looks like little Raymie can't watch the game. He's got homework.
Ray: That's the other stinking, horrible thing. She wants to watch sports together too, like the Knicks today.
Robert: Why?
Ray: We watched the game together on Valentine's Day and apparently that went well. The being together and talking.
Robert: What did you guys talk about?
Ray: Who knows? That's why I asked you guys to come over. I need you to kind of absorb some of her.
Robert: So we're like pawns in your sick game?
Ray: If she asks, let's just say that you came by because you're still bummed out about not having a girlfriend.
Robert: I am still bummed out about that.
Ray: Perfect.

Ray: Easy now, easy.
Debra: I cannot believe you.
Ray: Okay, good. Let me-
Debra: I cannot believe you!
Ray: I just- I just-
Debra: You just what?
Ray: Will you let me finish my sentence? If you let me finish, then I could finish it. Well, now I'm at a loss for words. This is all so sudden.

Debra: Have you read any of that book?
Ray: I read a lot.
Debra: Yeah, what's it about?
Ray: It's about "a rain that's so beautiful, I can't even believe it existed."
Debra: That's the first line. You've read one line!
Ray: And I was gonna read the next one when I came out of my coma.

Debra: So that's it? You're just not gonna put any effort into this, are you?
Ray: Oh, come on, I just don't think we need to turn our lives upside down just so we can have more to talk about.
Debra: Trying to talk to me is "turning your life upside down"?
Ray: I just l- I-
Frank: Stop talking.
Debra: Yeah, Ray, don't even bother talking to me. You just enjoy your coma.
Ray: All right, maybe I will.

Marie: Frank said that you and Debra were having some sort of a loud discussion?
Ray: Don't worry about it, Ma. Everything's fine.
Frank: You hiding from her?
Ray: Yeah.
Frank: Then this should be good.
Debra: [enters] What are you, hiding out?
Ray: No, I'm picking up the kids. Didn't I just ask for the kids? What the hell, Ma?

Ray: That looks good to you?
Debra: They just seem so comfortable with each other. I don't know. Maybe we're at that point where we can be comfortable just being with each other.
Ray: You wanna be like them?
Debra: Not exactly. But just imagine how much better our Valentine's dinner would have been if we weren't so worried about filling up every single second with talk about butter.
Ray: Well, you were the one who was babbling about the bread. It's only natural you're gonna get my butter theory.
Debra: All right, I know. I know, but what if we had just been happy to be out of the house, just us enjoying the peace and the quiet?
Ray: I do like quiet.
Debra: Yeah, me, too.
Ray: And peace.
Debra: I guess the question is for the next 30 years, when it's quiet, and we don't have anything to say to each other, do I mind having you sit next to me? No, I don't mind.
Ray: Okay. Okay, good.
Debra: You mind sitting next to me?
Ray: No, you smell good.

Ray: 30 years? Why did you say 30 years?
Debra: Oh, I don't know.
Ray: Do you think I'm gonna die at 70?
Debra: No.
Ray: 'Cause 30 years is a weird number.
Debra: Okay, shh! Let's not talk.
Ray: Okay. It works for them.
Debra: Yeah.
Marie: [enters] Ugh, I can't look at him eat anymore.