Debra: The fish is gonna be ready in 10 minutes. Where are your folks?
Ray: My Mom's not here yet, but. Good news, Dad's in our bed.
Debra: You know your Mom's doing this on purpose, don't you? Yeah. She's throwing my timing off. She wants my fish to be a big, dried-out piece of bass jerky.
Ray: You're not gonna cry again, are you?
Debra: No. All right. Stop.