Debra: I don't believe it. When did this start?
Ray: When we started sleeping together.
Debra: So you haven't said anything for nine years?
Ray: I wouldn't have said anything now.
Debra: Have you slept down here before?
Ray: Just a couple of times. Look, I don't have to do it anymore. I'm happy just to suffer through it, that's all.
Debra: Suffer through it?
Ray: All right. Suffer might have been the wrong word.
Ray: Look, the touching never use to bother me before! It's just, maybe it's 'cause I'm older. You know? Things change. Like now I can't handle anything hickory-smoked.