Debra: You know whose fault this really is? Your mother's. She made me so mad at that shower, I started drinking, and here I am! Oh my God, she is so- Listen, she can never know about this. [off Ray's look] Oh my God! You told her I was in jail?
Ray: A little.
Debra: [grabs Ray through the bars] What is wrong with you?!
Ray: Guard!