Ray: All right, I'll admit it. You scare me. You're scary. You're a bad, scary lady. So let's just agree that you don't touch me, and I will wait for my ride outside. [Peggy starts to cry]
Peggy: Fine! And you know what? Get out! Just get out now! Get out now! [Ray notices Peggy is crying] Would you go? What is your problem? I said get out!
Ray: All right. What are you cryin' about?
Peggy: I'm not crying.
Ray: Oh, okay. Listen I didn't I didn't mean to...
Peggy: Didn't mean to what? Call me a scary, mean ol' ass-grabber?
Ray: I did not say "ass."
Peggy: Look, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. It's probably because that's what my husband used to do to me. Like, "Oh, yeah. Good job, toots. Didn't think you could manage getting the fork out of the dishwasher and make a pot of coffee." Condescending little putz! No. No, it was me. It was all my personality. I'm so tough to get along with. I'm so negative. How does he think I got so neg- How do you think I got this way?!
Ray: I don't know. Sounds like it was his fault.