Robert: Hey, Ma. Brought back your cacciatore pan, licked clean.
Amy: So Robert told me about your special evening last night. So which hotel did you guys go to?
Ray: Oh, yeah. Yeah. No, no. That, uh...
Debra: Actually, Amy, it wasn't a great hotel.
Ray: Yeah, you wouldn't like it.
Debra: We didn't spend that much money because Ray's so, you know, cheap.
Ray: Well, uh... Wait a minute. I thought that's how you liked it, cheap and trashy. Yeah. You know, it was too trashy for me, but Debra said, "Come on, Ray, the trashier, the better." And I'm, like, "What?" And she's, like, "Mm yeah, trashy!"
Debra: Yeah, I guess it was so trashy that that's why Ray really couldn't... you know.
Ray: Oh, I could. Believe me, I could. It's just that the mood was ruined because Debra wanted to- to- to buy drugs.