[flashback:]
Ray: Why don't we just sit? I'll sit over here. And we'll just... You know what we'll do? We'll eat some carrot sticks and we'll talk.
Debra: Ray, I told you, I'm not having sex on your mom's plastic couch.
Ray: But I don't want- No, I don't want sex, all right? I want a carrot, that's all.
Debra: Okay, we'll go to your room. Come on.

[flashback:]
Ray: Dad, please, give it to me.
Frank: "As a boy, sports was the only way I could connect with my father. The first game he took me to was at Yankee Stadium when I was eight. Bobby Murcer homered in the ninth to win it. I thought nothing could be more thrilling. Then on the ride home, my father talked to me. He listened. He shared his passion for sports with me. I love sports for many reasons now, but I have to say that what drew me to the games as a young boy was the ride home." What, are you saying I didn't talk to you? What is this? ls that what you're saying?
Ray: All right, Dad. That's not what I'm saying. Now, please, don't read any more.

[flashback:]
Ray: What if she wanted to say no?
Robert: What do you mean?
Ray: She was in front of the whole family. She had to say yes.
Robert: Come on.
Ray: Plus, I put it in the paper. Oh, no, why did I do that? She couldn't say no. Oh, my God. I am a jackass.
Robert: I think you're supposed to put the accent on the "jack."
Ray: Oh, God, what did I do? I'm like one of those losers at the ball game that rents a blimp. "Oh, marry me, Hilda." Yeah. Hilda can't say no. They'll throw beer on her.

[flashback:]
Debra: Come here. I gotta show you all my plans here.
Ray: Plans? What do you mean?
Debra: Yeah, for the wedding.
Ray: You're already planning the wedding?
Debra: I've been planning it since I was 12.
Ray: Well, you didn't meet me till you were 22.
Debra: Well, you're the last piece of the puzzle.
Ray: Yeah. You're sure that I fit? You're not like cramming me in there, right?

[flashback:]
Lois: I've never been a sports fan, but now... Go sports!
Ray: Okay.

Ray: What? What?
Debra: Well, here's your problem, you've got no rear end.
Ray: Yeah.
Debra: God, I married Gumby.
Ray: Yeah. Well, that's okay, though because as a couple, we average at normal... [screams] size!

Debra: And by the way, the collar goes over the bow tie.
Ray: It does?
Debra: Yes, and the cuff links face out. God. This is like dressing a chimp. How did you ever get ready for our wedding?
Ray: Mommy.
Debra: Oh, that's right. I had blocked out the fact that you were 30 and still living at home.
Ray: Twenty-nine.
Debra: Yeah, whatever.

Ray: By the way, I'm not dancing at this thing, okay? So don't even ask.
Debra: Come on! I want to dance with you!
Ray: No. When I dance, people think I'm looking for my keys.
Debra: Yes, but if you dance with me, then you can look for my keys.

Debra: You are so unromantic!
Ray: Well, you know I don't like dancing.
Debra: You know I do like dancing.
Ray: Then why did you marry me? [Debra is silent] Well?
Debra: I'm thinking.

[flashback:]
Andy: Hey, what's the story on the Jell-O?
Ray: It's to go. You've got to take it out.
Andy: We just got here.
Ray: Come on, I'm asking her to marry me.
Kevin: Tonight?
Ray: Yeah. Yes, I just got the job so I'm asking her.
Andy: You're asking Debra to marry you tonight?
Ray: Yes.
Kevin: What's she gonna say?
Ray: She's gonna say, "Why are Kevin and Andy here?" Come on, guys, you gotta go.