Ray: That is not true. My mother's the liar.
Debra: Ray, she didn't lie to me about this. She opened up to me.
Ray: Opened up? She played you like a Hawaiian on a ukulele.
Debra: Oh, you're impossible. You know that? Your father makes up a story and you just believe it.
Ray: Because it's true.
Debra: Listen, when your mom and I talked, she told me that she... [Ray hums ukulele music] Ray. Okay, I'm telling you. Fine fine.
Ray: Come on. All right, look, it's already Saturday. We gotta do it three times tomorrow. Hi, Mrs. Scarpulla.