Marie: I know. I'm sorry. I mean, there was so much stuff in the drawer and I was just trying to clean up. And I know I shouldn't be doing that. Right, Debra?
Debra: Yes. Yes. How many times have I told you we can clean our house ourselves?
Marie: I know, I don't listen.
Debra: I guess you don't.
Ray: Do you have any idea what you've done?
Marie: Oh, I apologize, Raymond. It breaks my heart to hurt you. And if there's anything... [sobs] If there's anything I can... [cries]
Ray: Oh, no. No, you don't. No. You don't cry. I cry. You come uninvited into my house and you go into a private drawer and you throw out the best thing that's happened to me in years. Oh. It's at the dump, Ma. It's at the dump! [exits]
Marie: [stops crying] There we go.