Debra: Ray, you can't be serious. Come on why would you want a dog now?
Ray: Not a dog. This dog. When I was five I had a bulldog just like this guy. My brother got it for his first Communion.
Debra: A bulldog?
Ray: Yeah. It was a personality thing. Robert loved that dog. He named him Shamsky after his favorite ballplayer.
Debra: Art Shamsky.
Ray: Right. Shamsky was great. Once we dressed him in Mom's nightgown with a wig and lipstick. Oh, my mom came home and Dad was dancing with him. [chuckles] Crazy. Shamsky. Then we had to give him away.
Debra: Yeah? Why is that?
Ray: I had allergies. I don't have allergies anymore.