Debra: What's all this?
Ray: Stuff to make you feel better. You're sick, I'm takin' care of you. First of all, cough syrup. I got all the sleepy kind. Nighttime, P.M. This just has a bunch of Zs on it.
Debra: Wow.
Ray: I got you lozenges, vitamin C, and I got you a vaporizer. I thought it would be better than me rubbing all that stuff on you. You don't need that.
Debra: I think I have a fever 'cause I'm hallucinating.
Ray: What? I'm your husband. I listen, I help, I'm here. That's what we got goin'. Twelve years and no end in sight... right? [kisses Debra's forehead] Oh, I gotta go. I got chicken soup on the stove for you. [exits]
Debra: [to herself] Maybe I died.