[flashback:]
Frank: Well, what do you do?! Don't you have to go away from here?
Ray: Oh, no! I don't have a route mapped out to the hospital from here.
Debra: Shh, be quiet! I don't want Marie to know! Let's just get out of here.
Ray: What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not going to tell my mother?
Debra: After we're in the hospital and well under way, then you can tell her.
Ray: What's well under way?
Debra: Kindergarten. I don't want her in my delivery room!
Ray: Maybe she could just bring cookies?
Debra: I am going to bite your nose right off.