Debra: Well, Ray, come on. You're a writer. Don't you want to do something like write the great American novel, or...
Ray: I thought about that, and then I thought I don't even want to read the great American novel.
Debra: Well, there has to be something else you want to do besides: "never throw up again."
Ray: No. That's it, see? I got nothing. I got no dreams.