Debra: You're going straight to bed? You're not gonna watch TV or read or anything?
Ray: Can't write, why should I read? I mean, what's the point? Really, huh? What is the point?
Debra: Are you finished?
Ray: If you're referring to my writing career.
Debra: All right, all right. Look, honey, I know you feel bad and I'm sorry your book's not coming out. But you got a great job and a family who loves you.
Ray: That's what you always say.
Debra: Oh. Okay, fine. That's it. I'm done. You just mope away, Mopey.
Ray: Hey, look. You don't understand.
Debra: I understand.
Ray: No.
Debra: I know you want to write a book and you will. You can dedicate it to your ex-wife who couldn't take your crap any longer.