Debra: [yawns] Oh, God, I'm exhausted. Oh! I could fall asleep right here.
Ray: All right, okay. I get it.
Debra: Get what?
Ray: You don't got to do the whole "I'm tired" show. Don't worry. I will not be bothering you this evening.
Debra: Wait a minute. You think this is an act so I won't have to have sex with you?
Ray: Not much of an act. You could jazz it up with a song or two. And- And by the way, I wasn't gonna do anything later anyway, okay, so you don't got to insult me with your preemptive strike.
Debra: You're nuts.
Ray: Admit it. You came in here to tell me you were tired so I would leave you alone later.
Debra: I did not!
Ray: Why can't you admit it? Look, you're tired, right? You had a long day. So, what's the last thing you would want to do later?
Debra: Well, you might be right about that.
Ray: Huh, see? I know. I know when people don't want to have sex with me. You're talkin' to an expert.
Debra: Okay, so let me ask you this how come you're only picking up that "I'm tired" means "no sex tonight"? How come "I'm tired" doesn't also mean, "Gee, I could really use some help in the kitchen with all those dishes"?
Ray: What am I, a mind reader?