Debra: You want to talk?
Ray: Do you?
Debra: Well, everybody in the yard thinks we should.
Ray: Look, it's just that. That mean pregnant lady was taking our crib. I just wanted to stop and think about it for a second, that's all.
Debra: Okay, okay. Let's think about it. Another baby. We have three.
Ray: Yeah, but it's really not like three because the twins were kind of like a twofer.
Debra: You know, I gave birth to them, Ray. Believe me. We have three.