Ray: Hey, puddlepants. Now, give Gumby some Pokey. [kisses Debra] Whoa! I don't wanna say that was cold, but if your mouth opened a little light would come on.
Debra: I'm just not really in the mood, okay?
Ray: Come on. What, not in the mood? Tonight was great. The kids got the new playground and I got the golf thing, you got to go home with the auctioneer. So who's in the mood? Do I hear in the mood?
Debra: Aren't you afraid if I touch it, it'll fall off?
Ray: That was a good joke, wasn't it? People asked me if I'd planned that, and I said, "No, I just came up with it like that."
Debra: You're a brilliant farceur.