Ray: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. "Debra suggested"? You sent him in there?
Debra: Ray, I just... come on!
Ray: Oh, oh, oh! Dirty laundry is coming home to roost!
Debra: What are you talking about?
Ray: You wanted him to take my place so I could stay home and you could pretty yourself up and go out on the town with your face paint and your gewgaws! Yeah. You don't care about the old or the sick! You don't care that their entertainment now is a large man with his hand up the behind of a small plastic man! You were spending all your time there.
Debra: You were never here.
Ray: I was doing charity, and because it wasn't convenient for you, you wanted me to stop.
Debra: Ray, all l-
Ray: Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-ba! I don't think you should be talking to me. I think you should be talking to... [points to the heavens]
Debra: But l-
Ray: Bhup!