Ray: That's right, the whole thing. You married a man. 24 grams of fat. Yeah, but don't worry. I'll be burning it off in hell. Okay, I'm going up.
Debra: Okay. You know, I kind of understand how your father feels.
Ray: Okay, good night.
Debra: No, Ray, wait, wait, wait. You still consider yourself Catholic?
Ray: What are you talking about? Yeah, I'm Catholic. You can't change that. It's like being Italian, or... Or sexy.