Ray: Robert, you want to take care of the kids? Fine. Mom doesn't have to do it.
Frank: Yes, she does have to do it. That's my getaway from her.
Marie: Well, I can come over here and help.
Frank: That's not the same thing as you staying here and me staying there.

Robert: What's with the face?
Ray: I don't know. Yeah, it's just going away together is so much time together.
Robert: What are you afraid of? You guys still [hums suggestive music]
Ray: What? Yeah, yeah, we do. But that's not the problem. It's the in-between.
Robert: Ah, the remains of the day.

Ray: She keeps saying how romantic it's going to be, you know. Three days of romantic. I don't see the need.
Robert: Listen, let me give you some advice, okay? These trips are for the wife. It's a weekend. [Ray groans] Raymond, Raymond, Raymond, Raymond. You know, sometimes at the precinct we've got the throw guys into the lock-up for a weekend. And you know which guys have the worst time there?
Ray: The small ones?
Robert: No. The guys who are watching the clock. But the guys who arm-wrestle, play cards, whistle, those are the ones for who time passes quickly.
Ray: Yeah, but I have to talk. Those guys have the right to remain silent.

Ray: So listen, that weekend lock-up, how far in advance is that booked?

Ray: No TV in the room?
Debra: Did you really want a TV this weekend?
Ray: No, no, no. No, we'll arm-wrestle.
Cecily Daly: Here's your key. And the common bathroom is just across the hall.
Ray: No bathrooms in the rooms either? Can I ask you something? What is in the room? And are we in the room right now?

Debra: Were we ever like that?
Ray: Who, babe and babe?
Debra: Yeah, they just seem so...
Ray: Annoying?
Debra: I was thinking happy.
Ray: Well, they're not married yet. So, just think how happy they're gonna get.

Debra: Okay, so are you gonna shower?
Ray: What for?
Debra: For the hayride.
Ray: How bad do I smell that I got to take a shower before being dragged around behind a horse?

Debra: I was trying to make this fun for you. I mean, why-- that hike and the apple orchard and the ice cream factory-- Why do you think I planned all those stupid things?
Ray: Wait a minute. You thought they were stupid?
Debra: Of course. I just thought that if I kept you busy you wouldn't notice--
Ray: What? Notice what?
Debra: That I'm your boring wife.
Ray: What? Boring wife? You thought you'd be boring to me?
Debra: What's so funny?
Ray: Nothing. You were nervous about being boring to me. [hugs Debra]
Debra: What are you doing? It's just, it is funny. You thinking you're boring. What about me? Come on, I ran out of things to say on the George Washington Bridge. Remember, I said I always take the upper level because if it collapses you fall on the people on the lower level? That doesn't even make sense. We're all gonna die. We all go in the river. It's stupid.
Debra: Yeah. And there was 100 miles where all you said was, "Oh look, the odometer is going to hit 80,000."
Ray: My point exactly.
Debra: So we do have something in common. We're boring.
Ray: Hi, we're the Borings. We just hit 80,000.

Ray: What do you want to do? You want to do the hayride?
Debra: You know what? That nap sounded pretty good.
Ray: Yeah?
Debra: Yeah. I've been wanting to take a nap since... Ally was born.
Ray: Hey. Nothing boring to me about a nap. You know, and then maybe a little later... Who knows, huh?
Debra: Okay, definitely. But first a nap.
Ray: Oh, definitely a nap.

Ray: What time is it?
Debra: 9:00.
Ray: We missed dinner?
Debra: Mm, I guess.
Ray: You wanna just sleep through?
Debra: Yes.
Ray: This is a great vacation.