Debra: He sounds just like you.
Ray: No, he doesn't.
Debra: Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's you. "Oh, I spilled the whiteout."
Ray: Yeah, that's me. That's not me.
Debra: As a matter of fact you-
Ray: What? What? What were you gonna say?
Debra: Something about the kids.
Ray: You really think that I'm his twin.
Debra: No, Ray! I was just kidding.
Ray: No, you weren't. What were you gonna say?
Debra: It's just that I noticed your heads are kind of the same shape.
Ray: Heads? [walks to the mirror] "Oh no, I spilled whiteout." Oh my God, I am Gerard.