Debra: No, Ray, it's my fault.
Ray: No, no, it isn't.
Debra: Yes it is, 'cause I set her up. I just couldn't stand how much the kids wanted to be with Lisa. So I got your mom to babysit, so it... wouldn't go as well.
Ray: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. You told a perfectly nice girl not to come because you thought the kids liked her too much?
Debra: Mm-hmm.
Ray: And then you brought in Old Yeller to make yourself feel better?
Debra: Yes. I'm terrible. I'm this evil person.
Ray: I love this. And then the toys, the booby-trap with the toys-
Debra: I didn't do that!
Ray: Yet you know what the beautiful thing is here? Whenever I do something connivy like this, you always look at me like, "How could you do that?" When what you're really thinking is, "How do you do that?" Oh! I'm proud of you.