- Marie Barone: This game must be Debra's doing.
- Ray Barone: Well, it's not.
- Marie Barone: I should have guessed when I opened the fridge with two bottles of white wine? Are you swingers?
- Ray Barone: All right, Ma. You just asked if I was a wife-swapper.
- Frank Barone: Now, there's an idea. I don't even have to swap. I'll just make a donation.
- [Ray buys Deborah a sex game]
- Marie Barone: Another sex game? Didn't you have enough with that other sex game you and Robert used to play all the time when you were kids?
- Ray Barone: What?
- Marie Barone: You know, the one with all the colored dots...
- Ray Barone: Twister?
- Marie Barone: Don't think I didn't know what you were doing in the basement.
- Ray Barone: I played with Robert.
- Debra Barone: [They are playing the game. It's Debra's turn. She reads off the board] Kiss your partner as if they are about to go off to war.
- [She kisses him passionatly for about ten seconds and then stops. After a slight pause Ray pushes her down on the bed and climbs on top of her]
- Debra Barone: Ray!
- Ray Barone: Come on! I'm going off to war... I could be dead tomorrow!
- Debra Barone: Would you just roll the dice!
- Ray Barone: [He rolls and moves his piece] Tell your partner something they do not know.
- Ray Barone: [He looks at Debra and then pushes her back onto the bed] I'm back from the war!
- Debra Barone: Ray! Come on! Do you want to play or not! Take the question seriously!
- Ray Barone: All right okay. This afternoon on my way home from getting the game I stopped and got a chili dog.
- [He puckers up his lips expecting a kiss]
- Debra Barone: Oh, God, I'm exhausted. Ohh! I could fall asleep right here.
- Ray Barone: All right, okay. I get it.
- Debra Barone: Get what?
- Ray Barone: You don't got to do the whole "I'm tired" show. Don't worry. I will not be bothering you this evening.
- Debra Barone: Wait a minute. You think this is an act so I won't have to have sex with you?
- Ray Barone: Not much of an act. You could jazz it up with a song or two. And-and by the way, I wasn't gonna do anything later anyway, okay, so you don't got to insult me with your preemptive strike.
- Debra Barone: You're nuts.
- Ray Barone: Admit it. You came in here to tell me you were tired so I would leave you alone later.
- Debra Barone: I did not! Why can't you admit it? Look, you're tired, right? You had a long day. So, what's the last thing you would want to do later?
- Debra Barone: Well, you might be right about that.
- Ray Barone: Huh, see? I know. I know when people don't want to have sex with me. You're talkin' to an expert.
- Debra Barone: Okay, so let me ask you this how come you're only picking up that "I'm tired" means "no sex tonight"? How come "I'm tired" doesn't also mean, "Gee, I could really use some help in the kitchen with all those dishes"?
- Ray Barone: What am I, a mind reader?