Debra: But do they have to bring your brother over?
Ray: My brother lives with them. He doesn't like staying alone.
Debra: He's 40, Ray.
Ray: Come on. He loves the kids.
Debra: It's just like... The way Robert eats, you know? The way he has to touch every bite to his chin before he puts it in his mouth. That's weird.
Ray: What? That's an idiosyncrasy. It's like when he's counting and he gets to 12, he has to take his shoes off. Everybody has those.
Debra: How did he ever become a police sergeant?
Ray: Because he's a good cop. And they didn't make him count. Or eat.