Everybody Loves Raymond1996

Gianni:
Hey, what is she mad at you for?

Ray Barone:
She wasn't mad at me. She was mad at my mother. And I don't know, it just freed up something in her, and she channeled that anger in a very hot fashion.

Bernie:
Did she curse?

Ray Barone:
She said some things, man. She said some things.

Gianni:
Oh, sweet!

Bernie:
Come on!

Robert Barone:
[Robert stands up and the chair he was sitting in sticks to his rear] All right, all right! That's enough!

Robert Barone:
What's your problem?

Robert Barone:
That's disgusting! Talking about your wife like that to these creeps.

Ray Barone:
What? They're my friends, all right? So mind your own fat-ass business.

Gianni:
Yeah, shut up.

Robert Barone:
My rear end is appropriately proportioned... Raymond. And I'd like to say something else, exploiting someone's anger for your own gratification is repugnant. And double repugnant is then bragging to your monkey pals about it. The deepest form of intimacy between a man and a woman should be a private thing, and remain sacred.