Debra: You know, Ray, the kids have to be picked up soon. Can you go get them?
Ray: I just sat down.
Debra: What are you, 80?
Ray: What are you doing?
Debra: I'm sorting the catalogs.
Ray: Oh, God's work.
Debra: Come on, one of us has to go.
Ray: You go.
Debra: I always go, Ray.
Marie: [enters] Watch your step, Frank.
Ray: All right, I'll go.
Debra: No, I'll go.