Ray: Wait a minute. You shook this, didn't you?
Debra: What? No.
Ray: Come on. Soda for breakfast. You want this to explode in my face.
Debra: Why would I want that?
Ray: Uh, we all know why. Huh? Soda in my face, Bengay in my shorts, Ex-Lax in the brownies. I went to camp.
Debra: I'm not gonna get you, Ray.
Ray: How about the grapefruit?
Debra: What, you think I rigged a grapefruit to squirt in your eye?
Ray: Doesn't really sound like a denial.
Debra: I'm telling you, I'm not-
Ray: I know you're telling me you're not, so I will think you'll not. But I am not that big an idiot.