Debra: Who wants some lousy cake?
Ray: Yeah.
Hank: Sounds good to me. Why not?
Debra: All right, I'll be right back to light the candles.
Pat: Oh, I got it. [tries lighter] It must be out of fluid.
Hank: Here, I've got some matches. You know, if that cake really is lousy, we could just blow it up.