Ray: Hey! Whoa! Wait a minute. Wait a minute. If she knows my writing, then... then she must know I have a wife.
Robert: Had, had a wife.
Ray: You said I was divorced?
Robert: Widower.
Ray: You killed Debra?
Robert: Had to be done. But don't worry. You stuck by her through a very long illness. You were wonderful. Oh, and just so you know, you never had any children.
Ray: What?!
Robert: I couldn't leave any loose ends.