Ray: Come on. No! I mean, it it makes sense, she's always complaining about me. I fall asleep with the TV on. I don't help out around the house. She bought me that expensive mouthwash, I never use it, right? She can't take it anymore.
Robert: No, that's not it. But I don't want to lie to you, a couple of minutes with a mouthwash would be time well spent.
Ray: She thinks I'm a lousy bad-breath husband.
Robert: Look, it's not like Debra didn't know what she was getting.
Ray: Yeah, all right, but after 10 years, now she's sick of it, but but she could tell me. She could talk to me. She tells me everything else. Why's she sitting there crying?