Marie: When's Raymond comin' home?
Debra: Tomorrow afternoon.
Marie: Well, I was just on my way to the market, and I was... [sniffs] Debra, are you cooking something?
Debra: No.
Marie: Oh, because there's an aroma.
Debra: You know what? I smelled it, too. Yeah. Wow, it's getting worse.
Marie: Where's it comin' from?
Debra: I don't know. Ugh! [both sniff around]
Marie: It's getting close.
Debra: Eww!
Marie: Debra, you can't keep cheese in a suitcase.