Debra: Ray, come on!
Ray: You're still up?
Debra: No, now I'm up. You know... You know what would be louder? If you hit the ball directly against my head. Come on, come to bed.
Ray: Sorry, no sex before a game.
Debra: Yeah, that's not a problem.
Ray: Come on. I need to practice.
Debra: Yeah, but I need to sleep, honey. I got to take the kids to the doctor in the morning and then I need to see a lawyer about divorcing you.