Amy: Hey. We're going to the flea market. You guys wanna come with us?
Marie: We can't. Debra's sick.
Amy: Really? She was fine yesterday.
Ray: Yeah, well, yesterday... If we could all go back.
Marie: Raymond told me she was so sick last night he wouldn't even let me see her.
Robert: Oh, he must've been tending to her, right, Raymond?
Ray: That's right.