Ray: What? So I didn't cry. What's the big deal?
Debra: You know, just forget it, Ray. I mean I'm trying to get you to understand something, but I guess it doesn't matter.
Ray: All right, how about this? I got a great idea for tomorrow. Since you like to be alone and cry, and-and-and my mom likes to be with the kids, and I happen to like golf...
Debra: I have a better idea. Remember how you wanted to help me with the laundry earlier?
Ray: Uh-oh.
Debra: There's two more loads downstairs.
Ray: No, honey, listen.
Debra: Then you need to go to your folks', get the kids and take them shoe shopping.
Ray: Oh my God, what happened? No, come on, we were just talking here.
Debra: No, I like that. I like that you want to be a better husband.
Ray: Yeah, but I wanna do it gradually, come on. How about I'll let you cry and I won't even look in the window?
Debra: And keep using that mouthwash.
Ray: Oh come on, no. This- This this hasn't worked out well.
Debra: Oh, I think it's worked out very well. Heh-heh-heh-heh.