Debra: [sighs]
Ray: What?
Debra: Nothing.
Ray: What?
Debra: Nothin'. I'm just waiting for the mirror.
Ray: Gotta pluck your eyebrows before you go to bed? What's with that? You're just gonna mush 'em up, anyway.
Debra: Well, you comb your hair. How stupid is that?
Ray: That's my routine. Wash face, comb hair, brush teeth scrape tongue. You never know when that "blue moon" is gonna pop up.