Marie: Ray, what's the matter?
Ray: Nothing. Nothing, nothing. I got poked in the eye. You know how wild it can get in a bookstore.
Debra: It's not funny, Ray.
Ray: I fell asleep. The guy was droning on and on, and I fell asleep.
Marie: So he hit you?
Ray: No. She did.
Debra: I had to wake you up!
Marie: When I wanted to wake Raymond up, I would stroke his hair and gently kiss his forehead.
Ray: That's how you do it.