Robert: You're right, Debra, I'm sorry. Hey, come on. Cubby, you can't play video games if you haven't finished your homework.
Ray: I'm gonna get to it.
Debra: When?
Robert: You know, Raymond, every day at the end of my shift, I have a mountain of paperwork. And you know when I do it?
Ray: When you're supposed to be out buying nose-hair clippers?
Robert: I do it right away. Because there is no worse feeling than when you've put something off to the last second, and it's getting dark, and the clock is ticking, and you realize you're never gonna make it.
Ray: Go. Get outta here. Get outta here!
Robert: All right. Very well. But just so you won't be distracted, I'm gonna take this little item with me.
Ray: It's not yours!
Robert: This way you can get all your work done. By tomorrow morning I shall be the greatest zombie hunter of all time.