Ray: No, it wasn't her, okay? It was my father. He wasn't very supportive.
Debra: What do you mean?
Ray: He hated the idea of me taking piano lessons. He thought a boy should be out playing ball and stuff and...
Debra: What are you saying, that you miss the piano?
Ray: Well, I don't know, you know? My mother was a really good teacher. In fact, I tell you, some of the best times we had were at the piano. She was different there, because she loved the music, and that just made her nice. [Debra kisses Ray] What the hell was that?
Debra: I just can't believe how adorable you are. I never knew you had all these feelings.
Ray: Don't tell anybody. But, yes, I'm full of feelings.