Debra: [on the phone] Well, I know, but you shouldn't be going to bars. You are never gonna meet guys that way, Amy. Hold on one second. Ray, have you seen last month's bank statement? [Ray shakes his head] Are you sure? [Ray nods] Where did I put that thing? Why would you go to a sports bar? Aren't all those guys in the worst shape, huh? I'm sure I put it on this desk somewhere.
Ray: [sighs]
Debra: Ah! There we go. I found it.
Ray: [sighs]
Debra: Wow! I think our bank is ripping us off. These A.T.M. fees are unbelievable.
Ray: [exaggerated sigh]
Debra: Anyway, you know what would be good for you? Online dating services! Uh-huh.
Ray: All right, that's it. Get out!
Debra: What?
Ray: "Oh, Amy... [clucks]" Get out.
Debra: Amy, can I call you back? Okay.