Debra: My needing to get out of here once in a while has nothing to do with my ladies' days.
Ray: Bull-loney.
Debra: What?
Ray: Baloney! You wanna see? 'Cause I don't care, okay? I don't care anymore. I tried to be nice and that doesn't work. Here, look at this. Do you see this day? That's today. Now, this is last month. What a coincidence that on the same day last month I found my golf clubs upside down in the garbage can! I'm telling you, I'm sick of this, all right? Every month, the same wacko screaming at me for no reason! Having meltdowns and crying. Crying over nothing! And you won't even admit what it is, and God forbid I should mention what might be the problem! You know what I think? I think that you enjoy your ladies' days, 'cause I deserve to be treated like this. "Oh, look what day it is. Oh, come here, Ray. Pow pow pow! Oh, I've been saving that up." And then after a couple days of that, you're like, "Oh, sorry, Ray, I was just a little bit you know..." And by the way, the next time I used those clubs, I shot a 110, so don't think I don't know you didn't put a curse on them.
Debra: You are out of your mind.
Ray: No, you are! Once a month! If what I'm saying isn't true, how come you don't treat me like this on all the other days?