Ray: Mommy's not feeling too good.
Ally: What did you do to her?
Ray: Nothing. Believe me, nothing.
Debra: I think Mommy's got the flu, sweetie. Ray, I think you're gonna have to help me today.
Ray: All right, I'll- Wait a minute, my Terry Bradshaw meeting. Honey, I'm sorry. Oh, no. If I get to ghostwrite his book I can afford to get you round-the-clock nursing care.