Ray: Can I ask you something?
Marie: Anything, dear.
Ray: How do I look to you?
Marie: Why? Are you sick?
Ray: No.
Marie: Oh, you don't look so good.
Ray: Ma.
Marie: No, no, you don't look good. You're pale, and your eyes are sunken in. What's the matter?
Ray: Nothing.
Marie: Oh, don't lie to me Raymond. You look awful. Have some raisin toast.
Ray: Ma, stop it. I'm not sick, okay? This is how I always look. But thank you.