Marie: Raymond. Raymond, do you think I'm a prude?
Ray: What?
Marie: Do you think all that stuff is why I'm upset, what you did as a teenager? I don't care about your happy dreams.
Ray: All right, Ma.
Marie: Or where you have your little hair.
Ray: Ma, stop it!
Marie: Or how you went into my sewing kit for my measuring tape.
Ray: Oh, God!