Ray: My dad asked him to go?
Debra: Yeah, your mom told me.
Ray: What? Robert's so great?
Debra: No, I don't think that--
Ray: And I get the recycling. He doesn't even ask me. I mean my father should ask me, shouldn't he? Why didn't he ask?
Debra: Well, would you have gone?
Ray: Of course not. But why does he want Robert to go and not me? What's wrong with me?
Debra: Ray, I didn't know that you'd be feeling so... Wait a minute. You're not acting all hurt just so I'll tell you to go with your dad so that you can get out of the baby shower, are you?
Ray: I'm not that smart.