Robert: Hey, Deb, you okay?
Debra: No, I couldn't get comfortable sleeping last night. And you know what? It's all your fault. That's right. How come you had to torture Ray at Nonny Barone's?
Robert: What do you mean?
Debra: You know, when you were kids and you slept on the pull-out couch together.
Robert: We never slept on a pull-out couch together.
Debra: Yes, you did. At Nonny Barone's little apartment in Yonkers.
Robert: Apartment? She had a nice house. We each had our own room. Oh, those were happy times.