Debra: Um, Marie can I ask you something?
Ray: Hey, can I ask you something? How come there's no tiramisu in your mouth?
Debra: Marie, um... When's the last time you saw an optometrist?
[As Marie looks at Debra, Ray and Robert frantically stuff dessert into their mouths]
Debra: Uh, you know, because we were, uh, talking and, um, we thought maybe you should look into getting some glasses.
Marie: My eyes are fine.
Debra: Well, we couldn't help but notice that you're having a little trouble seeing.
Marie: Well, let me tell you that my vision is perfect. Tell them, Frank. [Frank is still] Frank?
Frank: Oh, I was hoping you couldn't see me.