Ray: Where have you been for the last hour?
Debra: I told you I was going to the store.
Ray: What, they make you lock up?
Debra: Excuse me?
Ray: How can I write when this whole place is crawling with doodie-heads?
Debra: Oh, were they noisy? Gosh, when I'm alone with them, they just sit in the corner and read the Bible.
Ray: Listen, come here. Sit down for one second, please. Just sit down. I want to tell you something. I need help, okay? I'm under the gun here to finish a chapter, so I was wondering if you could kind of pick up the slack here till I'm done.
Debra: My whole life is picking up the slack.