Robert: You had to give him the Big Book of Hobbies. I'm going upstairs to take a nap. [saw whirs] God, it's loud here too.
Debra: What did you do to your nose, Robert?
Robert: Dad's car alarm woke me up last night. I ran outside to turn it off, forgot we had an oak tree. [Ray laughs] Thank you very much, Raymond.
Ray: How is your nose my fault?
Robert: If Dad hadn't turned his garage into a workshop, he wouldn't have to park on the street. Then he wouldn't need an alarm that goes off whenever I blow my nose which, now thanks to you, involves blood. I'm a cop. I need my sleep.
Ray: Hey, I'm a working man too, you know.
Robert: Yeah, sports writer. Tough job. A lot of shootouts at the computer?
Debra: Did you talk to your mom, Robert?
Robert: Since Dad's in the garage all day, I'm the only one she has to talk to. At least the buzz saw has an off switch.