Ray: Here. Go to Vegas.
Robert: No. I can't. I don't want to. Sorry for what I said, Raymond. You deserve everything you got. I'm just a jealous jerk.
Ray: I don't know what you're jealous about. I mean you dream of taking a vacation in Vegas. You know what I dream of? Five minutes in the bathroom without a gang of maniacs pounding on the door.
Robert: Yeah, but at least if you pass out in there, you've got someone to come and find you.
Ray: What do you do in the bathroom?