Debra: I don't know how you do it. Every day, writing? It's hell. Hell.
Ray: Well... Yeah. I try not to bring it home. Guess you've gotten a little peek there. I mean, it's not all hanging out at the games with the guys and the hot dogs and the make-your-own sundaes.
Debra: Well, I suck. Good night.
Ray: You know, it's not easy for anybody. Come on, in the beginning I remember when I was just a beat writer covering the local high-school games. I was obviously pretty talented, but I was just a diamond in the rough, really. [notices Debra's gone] We'll pick up on this tomorrow, all right? Remind me where I was.