Ray: Everything is not fine.
Debra: Stop rubbing it. You're making it worse.
Ray: I'm not talking about my eye. Everything is not right with me. The whole me.
Debra: What? What do you mean?
Ray: I went to that lecture, and I tried, Debra. God help me, I tried to like it. The elbow in the eye was the best part of the night.
Debra: Well, I'm sorry, I thought you were an adult. I made a mistake.
Ray: Who the hell am I?
Debra: What are you talking about?
Ray: Don't you see? Last week, the same thing. I went out with the guys, the same thing happened. I didn't belong there either. So now I got this thing in my head, like, "Who am I? What do I do now?" "Where the hell do I belong?"
Marie: Right here!
Ray: You're on my foot again, Ma.