Debra: Hey, Ray, I was cleaning out the basement and- By the way, did you know your family's downstairs?
Ray: Why do you think I'm upstairs?
Debra: Why do you think I'm cleaning out the basement? Anyway, I was down there, and I came across a box of your old trophies.
Ray: What, my foosball trophies?
Debra: No, your Nobel prizes.