Ray: One, two, three.
Robert: Hammock. You- You- You didn't say anything.
Ray: Hammock?
Robert: That's right, it's the perfect gift.
Ray: Yeah? You really see Mom fighting her way out of a hammock?
Robert: Shut up, she'll love it. It's like an outdoor couch. When Dad lies around, she doesn't have to look at him.
Debra: We should get a hammock.