Ray: That kid is no damn good.
Debra: All this because you didn't get a third cannoli.
Ray: No. No, how about the space gun on my chair? That could have been an embarrassing trip to the emergency room.
Debra: Ray, come on, he wouldn't do that on purpose. He was just playing.
Ray: He was not playing, okay? I'm a good judge of character. That kid, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Debra: He's eight.
Ray: That's 40 in weasel years.