Ray: What's to eat?
Debra: Oh, you couldn't possibly be hungry. You spent the whole P.T.A. meeting at the buffet table. And what is that on your shirt?
Ray: [licks] Chocolate pudding. Yeah. Want some?
Debra: Ugh. I mean, by the way, you couldn't wear a nicer shirt to the P.T.A. meeting?
Ray: I don't wanna get chocolate pudding on a nicer shirt.
Debra: You know, you don't even care how you look.
Robert: [enters] Or sound or act or smell. Hello.