Debra: Okay you're not going near my son.
Ray: Come on! This is nothing! Hey, you know what my father used to do to me when I was a kid? I remember one time, I was getting ready for the senior prom, and I was combing my hair in the hallway mirror, and he pushes past me and goes, "Bad haircut. I can still see your face."
Debra: How did that make you feel?
Ray: What? Nothing. I knew that he was just trying to be funny. All right, all right. I felt bad for a second, but then I forgot about it.
Debra: Until now?
Ray: Listen, this wasn't like that. All I really did was say a little joke.
Debra: Like your dad. You know, you've told me that haircut story before.
Ray: It was just a little joke. I didn't mean it.
Debra: I know you didn't.
Ray: I'll talk to him. I'm gonna need lots of gum.