Debra: No, listen, Ray. I have a confession to make to you. Right after we got engaged, I had the original stone replaced.
Ray: [long silence] What?
Debra: Honey, when you asked me to marry you I was so happy, believe me, but that diamond... I mean, I knew you got the best stone you could afford, bless your heart, but... You know, my parents weren't that crazy about you to begin with, and I didn't want to show them that stone.
Ray: I understand.
Debra: You know my grandmother, Abby? She'd given me her ring years before so I put that stone in your setting.
Ray: Do you remember how much it was worth? Just ballpark?
Debra: Sweetie, it's not important.
Ray: How important is it not?
Debra: What?
Ray: How much was old Abby's stone worth?
Debra: $15,000. [Ray writhes in agony] I could just kill myself, Ray.
Ray: This could be a murder-suicide.