Debra: You've asked me for the canister, I tell you I don't have it, but that's not good enough!
Marie: Well, I don't have it.
Debra: Oh, and there's no possibility you could have misplaced it.
Marie: No.
Debra: So I'm a thief, then. And a liar. I'm a liar and a thief. Are you calling me a liar and a thief?!
Ray: [drops his egg] Oh!
Debra: You know, it just- It just hurts my feelings, Marie, because I told you I brought that canister back and if you don't believe me, then there's nothing I can do.
Marie: Oh, wait. Honey, honey, wait. Wait. You're right. I'm sorry. I don't want this. I mean, a holiday is a time for family. I love that canister, but I certainly don't want you feeling like this. I want us to have a wonderful Easter. Okay? Oh, I'm sorry, Debra.
Debra: Thank you, Marie.
Marie: Well, I should go. There's a pig eating my ham.