Debra: Well, thank you very much, Ray, for that wonderful car. It broke down.
Ray: What did you do to it?
Debra: I tried to drive it, Ray. I'm coming out of the supermarket. It's pouring down rain. So I run us all to the car. I get the kids all strapped in. And the stupid thing wouldn't start.
Ray: Oh, you probably flooded it.
Debra: Oh, now it's my fault.
Ray: When you turned the key in the ignition, what did it sound like?
Debra: The rustling of divorce papers.