Debra: Oh, what's all that?
Ray: This is my whole childhood that my parents want to sell to any Zeke with a pickup.
Debra: So where are we going to keep all this stuff?
Ray: Come on, Debra, it's good stuff.
Debra: Oh, look. "Ray, 1969."
Ray: It's an ashtray. I made it for my dad. He said he loved it. He said he would start smoking. He never did.
Debra: Well, when the time comes, you'll smoke for your children.