Debra: She's not okay. She had to act that way because your whole family was there staring at her. What was she supposed to do? My parents were together for 41 years, and now my father has to go find some little chippy who makes him feel like he's still got it. Trust me, this is painful for her.
Ray: I guess, but I gotta tell ya. Sounds to me like maybe... Maybe you're not so okay with it.
Debra: Oh, you pickin' up on that, Einstein?
Ray: I wish I was Einstein, 'cause then I'd invent a time machine and go back to when you were nice.