Debra: Hey, cutie.
Ray: What?
Debra: Nothing. You're just cute.
Ray: What do you want?
Debra: Okay, I screwed up. You know how my mom is coming for Thanksgiving?
Ray: Yeah.
Debra: Well, last night I sort of invited my father too.
Ray: Oh, what are you doing? They're divorced. You can't invite them to the same place anymore. They legally agreed to not like each other.