Ray: That's what I forgot.
Debra: What?
Ray: The sex. I forgot about the sex.
Debra: Come on, Ray.
Ray: No, come on, we always have goodbye sex. It's good luck.
Debra: Honey, you're gonna be late.
Ray: So I'll park the car in the white zone. They'll tow it. I'll pay the fine when I get back. You're worth the money, baby.
Debra: You're gonna miss your plane, Ray. Just go.
Ray: No, come on. You're wasting time here. Five minutes. I'll go for my personal worst.
Debra: That's really incentive, honey. Could you just go?
Ray: You're never in the mood. You said I could buy whatever I need at the hotel.
Debra: I'll see you later, Ray.
Ray: This trip's gonna stink.