Debra: Okay, honey, slice it in.
Ray: [to himself] Oh, you gotta hit it, you idiot!
Debra: Um, you know what?
Ray: What?
Debra: Nothing. It's just I noticed that your thumbs aren't really on top of your grip.
Ray: Oh yeah. Yeah, you're right. Okay.
Debra: Good shot, honey.
Ray: Yeah, a bogey.
Debra: Are you okay? You didn't mind me correcting you, did you?
Ray: No, not at all. I love it at home, why wouldn't I love it on the golf course? [off Debra's look] I'm joking. Golfers, they zing each other all the time. They zing-zing! Come on, next hole!