Debra: Hey. How was your golf?
Ray: W- W- What'd you do? You told Robert my dream?
Debra: What?
Ray: My train dream. "Choo-choo gone."
Debra: No, I didn't tell Robert that. Oh, Amy.
Ray: You told Amy?!
Debra: Well, I know. I just thought it was sweet, and so did she. And I didn't think she would tell Robert.
Ray: No, it's not sweet. It's personal!
Debra: I'm sorry. I'll tell Amy to keep those things between us.
Ray: Wh- No! No! How about you just keep them between us?! Wait a minute. What things? She knows other of my things?!