Debra: Come on! What are you doin'?
Ray: Sorry to disturb you, Your Highness. But while you were up here reading your latest kiss-handsome-boys book and rubbing lotion on your bunions, the peasants were downstairs tryin' to build an ocean in a shoebox.
Debra: Are you complaining?
Ray: Am I complaining? I just did homework for two hours.
Debra: Well, then I guess that makes the score three million to two.