Ray: I can't see. I hate this side of the bed. I can't see the TV from here.
Debra: What do you mean? You picked that side.
Ray: Well, I didn't know it was gonna be my side for life. I gotta watch TV with a big foot in the middle of the screen. I'm trying to get the weather. I can only get from Wednesday over.
Debra: Do you wanna switch sides?
Ray: What? After seven years? I'II be all out of whack over there.
Debra: Maybe you'II do better with your next wife.
Ray: My next wife isn't gonna have feet. Right. I'II be able to watch the TV and I'II never have to go dancing.