Debra: I still can't sleep because of this thing with your mother.
Ray: Oh, man, that stinks. Can I help? Are you thirsty? You want some wine?
Debra: You know, she just sets me off, and then she leaves. But it stays with me, and I just get angrier and angrier.
Ray: Huh. Well, there must be something you can do to relieve the tension. What could it be?
Debra: You're right. You know what? I should apologize.
Ray: Oh! What?
Debra: Yeah. I mean, it's always this way, you know? The sooner I accept the blame, the sooner all this will all go away, and it'll be better for everybody.
Ray: Yeah? Really?
Debra: Yeah. You don't need me brooding around here all week.
Ray: Hey, I'm the last person you should be worried about, but, no, you're right. You should go apologize. I'm sure you're right. Yes.