Ray: 30 years? Why did you say 30 years?
Debra: Oh, I don't know.
Ray: Do you think I'm gonna die at 70?
Debra: No.
Ray: 'Cause 30 years is a weird number.
Debra: Okay, shh! Let's not talk.
Ray: Okay. It works for them.
Debra: Yeah.
Marie: [enters] Ugh, I can't look at him eat anymore.