Ray: 35. How old did he say I was?
Robert: Ray, not now.
Erica: 37.
Ray: You made me older than you?!

Debra: Sorry, Robert.
Robert: No, you're not. You enjoyed that.
Debra: Enjoyed what?
Robert: Destroying my relationship. I've never seen anybody add two numbers so fast.

Debra: And face it, Robert. You're middle-aged. Hmm? Does she really make you feel younger?
Robert: Yes, she did. And I liked being with her. Whenever we'd go out, we'd get in the car and it felt great. She'd put on the radio and she'd tune into one of her stations with really jamming music-
Debra: And you like that. You like the "jamming"?
Robert: Actually, it was a little loud for me, but that was a bad example.
Debra: Okay, fine! Go ahead! Go ahead! I'm waiting for the part where you're younger. Look, Robert, I know you get lonely, but didn't you feel a little uncomfortable being with that girl?
Robert: She liked me. It was flattering. She wanted to talk to me for hours. Truth is, I didn't even have enough phone stamina for her. Did you see the way she looked at me when she found out I was 43? Like I just sat up out of a coffin.

Marie: 22?
Frank: Hot damn!
Marie: Oh! I don't like that, Frank. It's just not right.
Frank: What the hell's not right about it?
Marie: She's much too young.
Frank: That's what makes it right!