Amy: I'm sure it's not you. Hey, maybe he's sick.
Debra: Nah. I wish he was, but, oh, man, who am I kidding? I should just go with Marie to the "Y," put on a flowery swim cap and float around with the old ladies.
Amy: You know, it's funny you bringing this up, because last night when Robert and I went to bed, he was acting kind of distant too. But then I just kissed his neck and he said, "Ray's crazy."
Debra: He did?
Amy: Yeah. And then he said something about how I could have all the power. It was weird. He usually doesn't like to mention Ray in the bedroom. He says it inhibits him.