Ray: You know, Robert's not that bad.
Marie: I know, and it was twenty years ago anyway. So let's save him a piece of cake.
Ray: Yeah, a big one. And you know what? He can have this whole cake too. [slides Debra's cake away]
Marie: Yeah. You know, I still need to give you your birth-minute kiss.
Ray: Come on, Ma, I'm a little too old for that. All right, if it'll make you happy, go ahead.