Debra: You okay, Ray?
Ray: What if they're right? What if he didn't sign this?
Debra: Come on, Ray, I don't even remember you ever looking at that ball. It's been buried in the closet since we moved here.
Ray: No, not buried. Tucked away. You don't get it. Mickey Mantle signed this to me. "To Ray." Then he wishes me luck. "Good luck." Then he signs it, "Mickey Mantle". Look how the Y in the Ray is the same as the Y in the Mickey. You know, for one moment the greatest player that I ever saw was thinking about me. I know it sounds stupid but this guy, this guy is the reason that I'm a sportswriter. This guy... This guy is Mickey Mantle.
Debra: Actually, that's beautiful, Ray. It's very passionate. You remember what you said to me when you proposed? "So, how about it?"