Ray: Look, I'm not saying that I want more kids but to say that we're never gonna have any more. I don't know. I mean... Remember when they were born and they were so little and stuff? I like that, you know? When they're little. I don't know. Don't you like that? I like that. [Debra hugs Ray]
Marie: [enters] Oh, my God.
Ray: Ma. Can we be alone, please?
Marie: No. I mean, I'm happy that you and Debra are working things out but please, this is my kitchen.
Ray: We're talking, Ma, that's all.
Marie: Okay, but I'm just outside and I could come back any minute.
Debra: That's just like at our house.