Ray: Hey, jambalaya!
Debra: Mm-hm.
Ray: Coffee?
Debra: Nope, no coffee. I drank it all. I am very tired.
Ray: Really?
Debra: Mm.
Ray: Eh.
Debra: Where are you going?
Ray: Across the street to get some coffee.
Debra: Oh sure, have your mother think I'm so terrible I can't even give my husband his morning coffee.
Ray: Aw, come on. She thinks that already.