Debra: We're turning into your parents.
Ray: Okay, which one am I?
Debra: I've got some news for you, Ray. Your sex drive is diminishing.
Ray: Well, if you're my mom, what do you expect?
Debra: I'm serious, Ray. Look, I used to have to fend you off every night. Now it's down to less than once a week.
Ray: No, it's not. No, it's not.
Debra: Yes, it is, Ray. Yes, it is, Ray.
Ray: Oh, yeah? Well, maybe if I'm trying less, it's because of all the rejection, huh? Yeah, I'm like the monkey who gets shocked every time he reaches for the pellet.