Debra: You just don't walk in on somebody. You weren't even supposed to be here anymore.
Ray: You walk in on me all the time.
Debra: 'Cause you don't close the door.
Ray: That's 'cause I have nothing to hide.
Debra: Trust me, you do.
Debra: You know the bathroom was the last place I had any privacy and now that's gone.
Ray: I could build you a tree house.
Debra: I never get to be alone, never. You're with me, or the kids are with me and when the kids are gone, I'm still not alone, 'cause your parents walk in here all the time. I mean, you get to leave, you know? You go to work and you're alone in your car, in the office, and I just need some time to mys- What are you smiling about?
Ray: I'm just picturing you tying a young girl to the railroad tracks. Heh-heh-heh-heh.
Debra: I don't have a mustache!