Ray: Just, uh, one thing: Would you mind not scrunching it?
Debra: What?
Ray: Yeah, I forgot, you have this way of lining up my knuckles and kind of grinding them.
Debra: Oh. Sorry.
Ray: That's all right. That's probably why I don't hold hands more.
Debra: That's not why.
Ray: Yes. Yes, it is. That's why. The terrible pain.
Debra: Well, I mean, give me something. Your hand's just laying there.
Ray: What do you mean, "Just laying there"?
Debra: This is not holding hands. This is laying it on there.
Ray: Maybe my hand's afraid of you, so it's playing dead.
Debra: Well, if anything, I'm trying to give it CPR, Mr. Cadaver Hand.