Debra: Let's hear about your little offense.
Ray: What? It was nothing. I ran over one of those orange cones, that's all.
Frank: Tell her why.
Ray: I don't remember, Dad.
Frank: I remember. I was there. It had something to do with a halter top.
Ray: Okay.
Frank: Halted you pretty good.
Ray: Dad. [to Debra] You know how these things happen. You see somebody and you think they're naked. Then you look and they're just wearing a beige top. And the next thing you know, you've run over a couple of cones.
Robert: Reckless driving.
Debra: So you just ride around looking for naked?
Ray: Well, if it won't come to me...