Debra: I think I hear Daddy. Daddy's coming. Hey.
Ray: Hey.
Debra: Thanks.
Ray: Listen next time it's Dad's night to cook, you pick it up.
Debra: What took you so Iong?
Ray: Oh, the fast food empIoyees. Last week, when I was in MontreaI, the empIoyees there are bilingual. Over here, they're not even lingual.
Debra: Well, maybe your order was confusing.
Ray: couIdn't make it any simpIer. I said to the guy: "I'd like a hamburger, pIease." And he stares at me. "A hamburger. Here, Iet me draw it for you. Hamburger." No, not for here. To go. "To go. Here, I'll put little feet on my hamburger. See?"
Debra: Where's the fries?
Ray: Oh, I can't draw fries.