Ray: All right, see? See? I knew this wouldn't work. There's no point in doing something like this. You know why? Because you actually like being mad at me.
Debra: What?!
Ray: Yes, you do. It's fun for you, or something. You actually prefer it that way.
Debra: Oh, I don't believe you!
Ray: See? You're mad, just like you like.
Debra: Ray, if I'm mad it's not because I enjoy it.
Ray: Well, why then?
Debra: Because for the first time in 10 years you hold my hand, but it's only because you want to prove your brother wrong. And then you say I'm grinding it up because I enjoy being mad. Forget it, forget it. Everything is fine, and you are perfect. Who's Robert to give you advice? You don't need advice from anybody.