Ray: Hey, jelly cheeks! Got the mail. Oh, look at this. Robert and Amy's wedding invitation. Already? That Amy, she's on top of things.
Debra: Yeah. Hey, open it up.
Ray: All righty. So how was your day?
Debra: Just dandy. [Ray's face drops as he looks at the invitation and then checks the envelope] How's it look?
Ray: [voice breaking] Good. Good.
Debra: Can I see it?
Ray: I'm not done yet. [Ray goes over to the kitchen table, places the invitation down and knocks a glass of juice over] Aw, shoot! Oh God! Shooty-shoot-shoot! It's all ruined now. I'll throw it out.
Debra: I'd like to see it, Ray.
Ray: All right. Let me I'll dry it off for you. Let me- Let me dry it off.
[Ray turns the stove on and wafts the invitation over the open flame. He pushes it closer until it alights.]
Ray: Whoa! Stay back! Oh God!
[Ray takes it to the sink, pours cold water on it, and then jams it down the garbage disposal with a spoon]
Ray: Well, we don't need an invitation. We know when the wedding is, right? Anyway, what's for dinner? Something smells good. Damn, woman!