Ray: Come on. She's a great babysitter. It's what we always dreamed of. Come on. Look, because of her, you've got nail polish on. Don't you love that? I love it. Look at the little piggies and wee-wee-wee-wee-wee.
Debra: Stop it! No, you don't care about nail polish.
Ray: I know, but- You wanna go back to the way it was with the kids covered in salsa and you wanting me to help? That's- I mean, that's- That's no kind of life.
Debra: Yeah, but-- Ray, look, they are only young once. This is our only chance to enjoy this age.
Ray: Well, what about my age? When do we get to enjoy my age?