Ray: Okay, daughter. You have to go to Grandma's house.
Celia: I'm not going.
Ray: Well, you have to go. It's her birthday.
Celia: I hate when you make me do things!
Ray: Look, I'm not making you go, okay? It's Grandma's birthday. There aren't gonna be many more of them.
Celia: Oh, mmm. I'm gonna stop you just for a second, Ray. I don't think at this point, we need to discuss Grandma's mortality.
Debra: What are you doing, Ray?
Ray: I'm playing the game.