Ray: Why do you think I married you?
Ray: I don't know.
Debra: Come on.
Ray: I'm nice.
Debra: Yes. What else?
Ray: I have good hair.
Debra: Yes.
Ray: I have a car.
Debra: You have your own car?
Ray: It's my father's, but I can get it whenever I want.
Debra: How come I never see you in the cafeteria?
Ray: 'Cause my mom makes me come home for lunch.