Ray: Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?
Debra: I'm going to eat. I would ask you to come along but I see you have a girlfriend, and three boyfriends and another girlfriend.
Ray: Look, it's okay. They said I could see other people. Okay, all right, I'm sorry. Stop.
Debra: You have a problem.
Ray: Give me your keys. You can't drive in this condition. Come on. I don't have a problem.
Debra: This can't keep happening, Ray. You have a sick connection to your parents. You understand? This is sick!
Ray: All right. We've already been over that.
Debra: And you're worse now! You don't get enough attention from your parents, so you have to get an extra set? You're sick!