Debra: What else, Ray? You don't do anything in the kitchen! You don't buy groceries! You... Diapers! Three kids, and you only changed, like, 10 diapers in your whole life. "I can't do it. The diapers keep falling off."
Ray: It's not my fault the kids have no hips.
Debra: Fold this.
Ray: I can't.
Debra: Fold it, you fake husband! Fold it!
Ray: Stop! No! No! Stop it!
Debra: I have had it, Ray. The jig is up.
Ray: What jig? Come on. Me not being able to do that stuff, that's not fake. There's no jig! I don't have a jig!