Marie: Well, dear, we all knew that eventually one of those thoughts would slip out.
Debra: One of what thoughts?
Marie: You know. That you think you're better than us.
Debra: What?
Robert: Better than who, exactly? Just- Just you and Dad? Or all of us?
Marie: All of us.

Marie: I've always been aware of this feeling of superiority. And now that you've made it so obvious, maybe it's best if I'm the one to go out and get that dear man.
Ray: "Dear man?" Something's loose.

Robert: Amy.
Amy: Robert.
Robert: What are you doing here?
Amy: I was their ride to the airport. Then the weather...
Robert: Oh, right, yeah. I'm kinda surprised I ended up here myself, 'cause usually, you know, Friday night's party night!
Frank: How 'bout the wood! Yah! Mule!

Ray: Watch the hands, there.
Frank: Yeah, yeah.
Ray: I'm talkin' to Debra.
Marie: Okay. Frank's got Debra, and I'm gonna dance with you, and everyone else pair up however you want.

Debra: Oh, Frank, this is just great.
Frank: Not bad, huh?
Debra: Yeah. God, I can't believe I'm actually having a good time with you.
Frank: What?!
Debra: What? No, no, I just meant, you know...
Frank: No, no, I don't know.
Debra: Oh, Frank, come on! Come on. Frank. No, it's just... Normally, you're... I don't know. It's like, on a night like this, I thought I would be searching for the escape hatch. [laughs] Oh, Frank, come on! Hey! [dances]
[Frank walks away]
Debra: Frank! No! No, this is nice! Where you goin'? No, Frank, don't go!