(After kissing an angry Debra.)
Ray: “I don’t want to say that was cold, but if you opened your mouth, a light would come on.”
Frank: “Marie, what the hell? One minute you’re making pancakes, the next minute you’re gone. Which would be great, if there were pancakes.”
(To Ray.)
Debra: “In the past, your dumbness has gotten in the way of a few things that I really wanted to do: The book club. Theater. Having a conversation.”
Back to *E*.
