Ray: You know, if you want to beat the traffic, you better get goin'.
Robert: Well, what? You're not comin'?
Ray: I wish, I wish. I can't catch a break. I got to work on the frickin' bake sale all day. Witchy-poo has got me frosting up the cupcakes all day.
Robert: Ah, the perils of marriage, huh? That's too bad, Raymond. Well, I'll be thinking about ya.
Ray: I'll be thinking about you. [Robert exits] Sucker!
Debra: Witchy-poo?
Ray: Yeah. That was great. The face that you made when I said it, it was perfect. Yeah, just like that. Okay, you can stop now.