Ray: What- What time you got?
Robert: 6:25.
Ray: You don't got 6:26?
Robert: I will in a minute. What's wrong with you?
Ray: Nothing. Nothing. Debra and I had a deal that she'd be in the car at 6:30, and I promised not to yell up the stairs, "We gotta go. Come on, come on. My next wife isn't gonna do this." Things of that nature, you know? Yeah. All right, I'm gonna wait in the car. [exits; returns] When Debra comes down, tell her I am patiently waiting in the car and not yelling things up the stairs! [exits again]
Robert: I don't know what Ma sees in him.