Ray: Okay, but you know, I really did hurt my pinky that time.
Marie: Oh, Raymond. Raymond, you have to believe me, we didn't mean to hurt your feelings with our little imitations. But now that I know you both are so sensitive, we will never make those kinds of jokes again. All right?
Debra: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I mean, you're implying that we can't take a joke. And, of course, we can.
Ray: Of course we can. I love to take a joke.
Debra: Yes. Now that we know that you were just kidding around, we are fine. We laugh at ourselves all the time.
Ray: All the time. Laughin' and jokin' all the time.
Debra: I mean, everybody knows that he's a whiney baby who needs his mommy and never does anything around the house... [both laugh]
Ray: That's right, and you're like an uptight, cranky yell machine. With stick-out ears.
Debra: Yeah. So you see, we have a perfectly good sense of humor!