Ray: Okay, how 'bout this? We're on a private jet, right? And all the passengers, they're asleep.
Debra: Yeah.
Ray: Yeah. And I'm the captain and you're the flight attendant.
Debra: Okay.
Ray: Hello, Vicky.
Debra: Wait. Who's Vicky?
Ray: You are.
Debra: Why can't I just be me?
Ray: All right. Okay, all right. Fine, fine. You're you. Hello, Debbie. Boy, I usually don't cramp up when I fly, but maybe you could take off your clothes and rub my neck a little.
Debra: Okay, wait, Ray-- Ray, can you just be you?
Ray: I can't be me. I don't know how to fly this thing.
Debra: Just forget the airplane. I just want to be here in our bedroom with you.
Ray: What kind of pervert are you?