Debra: You know Robert never gets anything and the one time that he does, what do you do? You slam the table and you walk out of the room, you big baby.
Ray: Yeah, I'm a baby, and you're a baby-marrier. All right, I slammed the table. So?
Debra: All right, here's what's going to happen. You're going to go over there tomorrow and congratulate Robert on his success. So at least you can look in the mirror and maybe see an adult.
Ray: At least I don't see what Robert sees when he looks in the mirror a stupid giant with a new sweater that looks like yarn... vomit. I can't even write my own talk.