Debra: My God. Ray, what is that?
Ray: Oh no. It's coming from my parents' house. My father put in one of those new motion sensor lights.
Debra: God. It's like the mother ship is landing.
Ray: I told him not to make it so sensitive. A moth probably flew by. Let's see what's out there.
Debra: What do you see?
Ray: I think I saw my own retina.