Robert: What are you doing?
Ray: You gotta go. Everybody's going, man. So just get out.
Robert: What's the hurry?
Ray: I'm gonna have sex.
Robert: Since when?
Ray: All the pieces are in place the kids are at a sleepover, Debra had a glass and a half of wine, and this morning I saw her shaving her legs.
Robert: I can't even have a drink?
Ray: Come on. Don't you get it? I'm dealing with a very delicate mood here. It's like a juggler on a tightrope. The slightest vibration on that wire dead juggler. So, no, you're not blowing this for me, man. Get out.
Robert: I hope I'm having sex one day when you need a drink.