Marie: I don't know how Debra can let you go to work like that.
Ray: She doesn't care.
Marie: What's that, dear?
Ray: No, nothing nothing.
Marie: What? You can talk to me. I'm your mother. Please, talk to me.
Ray: Nothing nothing. It's just... [groans]
Marie: What?
Frank: What? Can't you read the signs? Nothing. It's just... [groans] He's married.
Marie: Oh. What did she do?