Ray: That looks good to you?
Debra: They just seem so comfortable with each other. I don't know. Maybe we're at that point where we can be comfortable just being with each other.
Ray: You wanna be like them?
Debra: Not exactly. But just imagine how much better our Valentine's dinner would have been if we weren't so worried about filling up every single second with talk about butter.
Ray: Well, you were the one who was babbling about the bread. It's only natural you're gonna get my butter theory.
Debra: All right, I know. I know, but what if we had just been happy to be out of the house, just us enjoying the peace and the quiet?
Ray: I do like quiet.
Debra: Yeah, me, too.
Ray: And peace.
Debra: I guess the question is for the next 30 years, when it's quiet, and we don't have anything to say to each other, do I mind having you sit next to me? No, I don't mind.
Ray: Okay. Okay, good.
Debra: You mind sitting next to me?
Ray: No, you smell good.