Debra: What can I say, Ray? I can't help it.
Ray: You can help it.You just d on't want to. It's all about control. You want the control. That's right. I listen to talk radio.
Debra: I'm controlling? What about you yelling up the stairs, "Hurry up! Let's go! Small bladder!" That doesn't make anybody go any faster.
Ray: Oh, you see? You do do it on purpose.
Debra: No, I'm not doing it on purpose, but you make me anxious when you yell. And then I get all ugh too.