Ray: Peter, I forbid you to see this woman.
Peter: Ray, what is your problem? We're just having fun.
Ray: No, no, she's not fun. She's mean, and I forbid you to marry a mean lady.
Peter: Wait. Marry?
Debra: Ray, would you stop it?
Ray: No, I will not stop it, Debra. And by the way, this is my house, and my nose can go wherever it wants...
Peggy: Okay. You know what? Fine. I'm just gonna go.
Marie: You see, Debra? This is what happens when you let people get hungry.
Debra: Peggy, please, wait.
Ray: No, no, let her go. Godspeed, Peggy.