Debra: Ray, wake up. Ray, wake up. Wake up.
Ray: [wakes up] There's pudding everywhere!
Debra: Ray, I think I hear something.
Ray: Does it sound like you talking?
Debra: Come on, Ray, I'm serious.
Ray: All right. All right. How come I'm the noise checker-outer?
Debra: Because it would look pathetic on the news if I were beaten up while you were sleeping. Careful, honey, it could be dangerous.
Ray: Yeah.
Debra: And Ray if it's nothing dangerous, could you get me a yogurt?
Ray: Okay.
Debra: In fact get me a yogurt either way.