Marie: No, Debra, wait. Wait, honey. Debra, I'm sorry. I should have let you call me "Mom." If that's what you want to do, you should do it, 'cause I want you to.
Debra: That's all right.
Marie: No, no, it's no- No, it's not all right. Raymond told me you only came over because he made you.
Ray: No, that's not what I said.
Marie: Right, he said he did it because he likes to bother you. I had no idea how much I meant to you that you could possibly be hurt by what I said. Oh. That's not what I want. I want you to think of yourself as my daughter, because that's how I think of you.
Debra: Oh, Marie.
Marie: Oh, Debra. Oh. So, you'll call me "Mom"?
Debra: I guess I will.
Marie: Oh, that's wonderful. Do it.
Debra: Mom.
Marie: Oh, that's so nice! It is nice.