Everybody Loves Raymond (1996–2005): Season 8, Episode 4 - Misery Loves Company - full transcript

Robert & Amy celebrate their 3-month anniversary and invite Ray, Debra, Marie, and Frank to dinner. Robert & Amy are in the throes of new love and give marriage advice to the others. New love is different from old love and a debate begins.

Hey, Debra, I'm glad you're here.

Tomorrow, believe it or not,

is Amy's and my
three-month anniversary.

Oh! What time's the parade?

And we would like
to have you, Debra,

over to celebrate,
and you can bring somebody.

Oh, that's sweet.

- Can't make it.
- We'll be there.

- Nope.
- Yup.

Do the laundry.

How about I shrink
your underwear



and make you think
your butt's going fat?

Trouble in paradise?

No, just Wednesday in paradise.

- Care for some advice?
- No.

I'll tell you what I've found

to be the key to a happy marriage.

Says the man
who married a stripper,

then divorced a stripper,

then married a regular person

and hung in there
a whole three months.

Want a happy marriage?

Hold hands.

Hold hands?

Hold hands.



You are a stupid person.

I'm serious.

Something as simple
as holding hands

could give someone
a sense of togetherness.

Stop it.

You are so afraid of affection.

You don't touch me.

Raymond, Raymond, Raymond,
you're so closed off.

Holding your wife's hand
could be pleasurable for you,

and, more importantly,

it might allow her to feel
wanted and loved by you.

How does that
get me out of laundry?

If you could connect
with your wife emotionally,

then perhaps you wouldn't see
doing laundry as a chore.

You might do it willingly--

for her, as a gesture of love.

You are an idiot
wrapped in a moron.

I'll tell you what I'm wrapped in:

a good and healthy marriage.

Yeah, well, wrap it up to-go.

Fine. I found something that works,

I'm trying to pass it on,

but, hey, if you're happy
with the way things are...

What's this for?

You're a boob.

I'm sorry, Ray.
I'm not in the mood.

I just-just want to hold your hand.

Why?

I've got to have a reason?

I wanted to hold your hand,
so I want to hold your hand.

Oh. Okay.

I need to turn the page.

Stupid Robert.

What?

He gave me advice--
"Hold hands."

Okay, so I tried.
You obviously don't like it--

stupid Robert.

Robert gave you advice?

Yeah, marriage advice.

To me.

About marriage.

Advice.

To me.

So that was Robert's advice
you were trying?

Yeah yeah, "Hold hands."

He's married three months,
he's on the lecture circuit.

So you were trying
to do something for our marriage?

Yep. I'm going to call him
and tell him how it went.

No no no.

Listen, l-I didn't realize.

- Come on. Let's try again.
- What?

Yeah, come on. Why not?

I thought you were trying to have sex
or something, but this is nice.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah, and this
I can do a long time.

Just, uh, one thing:

- Would you mind not scrunching it?
- What?

Yeah, I forgot, you have this way
of lining up my knuckles

and kind of grinding them.

- Oh. Sorry.
- That's all right.

That's probably why
I don't hold hands more.

That's not why.

Yes yes, it is.
That's why--

the terrible pain.

Well, I mean, give me something.

Your hand's just laying there.

What do you mean,
"Just laying there"?

This is not holding hands.

This is laying it on there.

Maybe my hand's afraid of you,
so it's playing dead.

Well, if anything,
I'm trying to give it CPR,

Mr. Cadaver Hand.

All right, see?
I knew this wouldn't work.

There's no point in doing
something like this. You know why?

Because you actually like
being mad at me.

- What?!
- Yes, you do.

It's fun for you, or something.

You actually prefer it that way.

- Oh, I don't believe you!
- See?

You're mad, just like you like.

Ray, if I'm mad it's not
because I enjoy it.

Well, why then?

Because for the first time
in 10 years

you hold my hand,
but it's only because

you want to prove
your brother wrong.

And then you say
I'm grinding it up

because I enjoy being mad.

Forget it, forget it.

Everything is fine,
and you are perfect.

Who's Robert to give you advice?

You don't need advice
from anybody.

- Deb...
- I said forget it.

No, look-- look, I'm sorry, okay?

That wasn't
the only reason I did it--

just to prove Robert wrong.

I-I also did it...

to help our marriage.

Okay? 'Cause we have
a good healthy marriage

that I'm very much into.

Very much.

You can stop now.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

You know you still love
Mr. Cadaver McFloppyhand.

Stop it.

Come on.

Come on.
Hold my flipper.

Do you care about me at all?

What? Yes, of course,
I care about you.

It's Robert. Okay?

I don't need Robert seeing you
like this tomorrow

at his three-month jubilee going,
"Trouble in paradise?"

No, this is not Robert's fault.

This is your fault,

but you don't want to take
responsibility for anything.

It's the same old story.

No, stop. Wait a minute.
Let me say one thing:

Okay, just-- could we make up
for tomorrow night?

Why?

Because Robert thinks he has
a better marriage than me.

So why don't you work
on your marriage?

Okay, but this thing
is tomorrow night,

and I'm golfing
in the morning, so just...

Look...

please...

for now, just for now,

could we just pretend
that we made up?

You know, my mother's
going to be there.

- So?
- So...

comparing you to Amy.

Comparing your marriage
to Amy's marriage.

Comparing the new wife to the--

your marriage.

Doing a wife-to-wife comparison.

You might want to think about it.

You're on your own.

Feels perfectly fine.

We don't need her.

Debra, listen. Look, I know--

I know this is
going to sound...

whatever. I'm really sorry
about last night, okay?

I-I screwed up. I just--
it was totally my fault,

and you were right to feel
whatever you were feeling,

and... just... I'm sorry, honey.

I love you.

Nice try.

Hey! Come on in.

Hi, hey. We're here,

- aren't we, doodleypoops?
- Stop it.

- Why don't you give me your jacket?
- No.

- Your hair looks nice.
- No, it doesn't.

Hi. We're almost ready.

Oh, great.

You two are late.
People are hungry.

Sorry, it's kind of hard to get
out of the house. You know, the kids.

Because of
that babysitter, isn't it?

I mean, the one who wears
those rock-and-roll T-shirts--

I wouldn't want
to be left alone with her.

Speak for yourself.

Can I give you
a hand there, little lady?

She has one of those
"Kiss the cook" aprons,

but she doesn't need it.

Oh, that was so sweet.

You two celebrating
your anniversary like this...

We used to be happy,
remember, Frank?

Then the meteor hit
and killed all the dinosaurs.

Except for one.

Ahem. Hello.

Oh, excuse me.

I was just getting
a little dessert.

Robert.

I can't help it!

Oh, this is exciting.
Three months!

I know it's a little silly
to celebrate three months.

No no, it's wonderful.
Enjoy it. It's nice.

Well, you know
how hard it's been getting here,

and the wedding was
a little bumpy, but...

- it's been everything I hoped for.
- Aw.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

What did I do?

You introduced me to Robert.

And then you helped me get over him,

and get back together with him,

get over him again,
and then marry him.

And so now
I want to help you.

With what?

Your marriage.

Here. I read this great book.

I thought of you the whole time.

"Marriage is
an Amusement Park."

Isn't that a good analogy?

Well, I think I get it--

the ups and downs,
like a roller coaster.

Yeah. But that's just one chapter.

There's "Haunted House,"
"The Hall of Mirrors"--

"Ride Maintenance."

How about the rides
that make you throw up?

That's great.

But they're all in here,
and the point is:

You might not like
all the attractions,

but you have to accept
the whole park.

This is the couple that wrote it.

They're both licensed
clinical social workers,

but they're funny too.

Yeah, they look funny.

Yeah, they're funny...

but they can help.

Well, great.

Thanks.

Ooh, I'm looking forward
to this. Thanks.

Okay well, I'm just going
to go... out there.

In those days,
it only cost 50c to see a movie.

And you've got two movies,
a newsreel, and a stage show.

Your mother had
to keep it shut for five hours.

And do you remember
they used to give you plates?

You could make a whole set.

Remember we got the green ones?
We didn't like 'em...

You won't believe what
I got in the kitchen.

- What?
- Marriage advice from Amy.

Well, unless the advice
was more sex, how dare she?

She gave me this book
because she thinks I need it.

Who are these two idiots?

Can you believe Amy?

I mean, she's been married
for three months--

she probably
still shaves her legs.

- Giving you advice.
- I know!

Don't you think
it's cool how I'm not

rubbing your face in how
obviously wrong you were?

Dinner is served!

Okay, let's all sit down.

Oh, doesn't that look nice?!

Oh, thanks.

One chicken?

Thank you all for coming.

Now I would like
to propose a toast...

to my bride.

Aw.

90 days-- that is
what we have shared.

90 days--

the usual sentence for vagrancy.

But I never knew

that such a short time
could be so full of joy.

Oh, Robert.

And yet, the time has also
gone so quickly--

90 days.

Yeah, how many days
is this going to take?

- Raymond.
- No no, that's all right.

I don't want to get
overly sentimental.

I just want to say
that I think we all know

how hard it is to find
true love in this world,

and I think that l...

was one of the lucky ones.

So, Amy, no matter
how long we're together,

you will always be...

forever my love.

- Pass the beans, will you?
- Yeah, here.

I guess I should really

say something
about my husband now.

- You've got to be kidding.
- For the love of Joe.

- What?
- No, nothing. It's fine.

Go right ahead.

I don't understand.
What's wrong?

It's just that you two

are pouring it on a little thick,
don't you think?

It's our anniversary.

It's been three months!

For God's sake,
I've spent three months

just waiting for him
to come out of the bathroom.

I spent 10 months just
waiting at the bottom of the stairs

yelling, "Come on,
your hair looks fine."

I've had three and a half years
of him just burping.

- I'm burping your food.
- I should probably poison yours.

- Maybe that'd give it some flavor.
- Listen--

Hold it. What's going on here?

Yes, this is unseemly.

I don't understand.

Did we offend you somehow?

I think I can explain, Amy.

You see, they're jealous.

What? Why?

Because we... are happy.

Oh, give me a break.

Yeah, and don't give us
any more books like

"Marriage is a Circus--
Embrace Your Clown."

I didn't mean
to upset you with that.

What book?

It's a marriage guide.

In fact, Marie,
I got you and Frank one.

I don't understand.

Why would you get us
a marriage book?

Yeah, I'm not interested
in that subject.

I just thought
you might find it useful.

You're giving us
advice about marriage?

That's what they do, Ma.

I'm just trying
to be helpful.

These may not be
the people to help.

I'm sorry, everybody.

I guess I just don't see
what the big deal is.

Amy, our marriage is fine.

Don't you think it's
a little presumptuous of you

to think that yours is better?

Highly presumptuous.

I never said it was better.

It's just you can't help
noticing things.

Like all the yelling.

What? So you think
you're not going to yell?

Amy, there's going to be
screams coming out of you,

and they won't be
because you're on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.

This is what you were
talking about, Robert.

Don't talk about us.
Worry about yourself, huh?

Why don't you two
go hold hands?

Yeah, over each other's mouths.

Yeah yeah.

Good one.

You try to help people--

Well, who asked you?

- Jealous.
- You jerk.

- Bad husband!
- You big boob!

Whoa! Whoa!

Not today, man!
Those days are over!

- Make it today!
- It's over, buddy!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Now sit down.

We'll take it outside.

Sit down.

Now you listen to me.

Maybe you could all
use some advice

from someone who's
in a position to give it.

See what you did, Amy?

You think we have
nothing to offer?

We've been married 46 years.

We've seen the lows,
and we've seen the highs.

What day was the high?

You two, you're newlyweds,
you're in love.

God bless you,
you know nothing.

And you two,
you're always fighting.

And the reason you get so upset

is because you think
there's something wrong with that.

Look at us.

This is experience.
This is wisdom.

This is juicy.

You want some real marriage advice?

I'm going to give you
the secret now:

There's going to be yelling.

There's going to be anger.

Don't fight it-- accept it.

You love him.
You hate him.

He disgusts you--
look how he eats.

You keep your head down,
and you plow through.

Amen.

But Marie, you said "hate--"

how can hate have
any place in a marriage?

You make room.

There's going to be hate.
Hate is real.

Marriage is real.

We might fight, but...

we're okay with each other.

And do you know why?
We've endured.

We have been through it all,

and now...

We're waiting for death.

Not that we're in a rush.

Fair enough.

That's a marriage.

To Robert and Amy.

To Ray and Debra.

To marriage.

Till death do us part.