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FRASER: And then we, um . . . RAY: Bonded. FRASER: Bonded. We bonded? RAY: Yeah, you could say that.

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FRASER: What am I, stupid? RAY: No, you're a hero.

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RAY: Here, put this on. [hands Fraser the serge.] FRASER: Oh, that's bright. RAY: Yeah, but you look good in it.

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RAY: You always hold the door for women. Just like you help old ladies across the street and you let people in front of you in line. It's what you do. FRASER: Why? RAY: 'Cause you're polite.

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FRASER: Hey, what if I don't get my memory back? RAY: You'll get your memory back. FRASER: But what if I don't? RAY: Look, you'll get your memory back, all right? Just trust me on this. FRASER: Do I trust people? RAY: Implicitly.

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FRASER: Ray. RAY: What? FRASER: You keep saying that we're friends. RAY: What are you asking me, Benny? FRASER: Well, why are we friends? RAY: Well, you know. FRASER: Well, no, that's just it, I don't. I mean, from everything you've told me, I'm, I'm — RAY: Annoying. FRASER: Yes, exactly. RAY: Well, it's . . . you know, guys aren't any good at talking about this stuff. FRASER: Oh, they aren't? RAY: No. FRASER: No, right. Yeah. Yeah. RAY: I mean, it's just one of those special cases where alone we're incomplete, but together we're better than we are separately, you know what I mean?

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something he says while fraser is getting his memory back

RAY: Oh, Benny, I could kiss you! FRASER: Well, I thought we were just friends, Ray. RAY: Oh, we are.

and something he says after fraser returns to himself