Ray: What's up?
Debra: Nothing, just thinking. Just... Tomorrow. Everything I have to do, all the stuff you know, make breakfast, take the kids to school. I have some grocery shopping. We need chicken and some green beans and cereal and shampoo and potatoes and cookies. Then I have to pick up the dry-cleaning. They still have some of your shirts. [starts to sob] And then get the kids and take the boys to soccer... Get new uniforms. They're really cute. And I thought you could meet us at Marco's for dinner, maybe. You know, just get a pizza and then go home and... [weeps] Put the kids to bed and then maybe we could watch a movie.
Ray: Time of the month, huh?
Debra: No. No, Ray. No, I'm fine.
Ray: Oh.
Debra: Really.
Ray: All right, okay. Okay. You know, I could pick up the dry-cleaning if you want me to.
Debra: I don't want you to. You always bring home somebody else's. [kisses Ray]
Ray: Wow. I guess this new voice, it's pretty sexy, right?
Debra: I'm sorry, do you wanna finish your ice cream?
Ray: Oh, it won't even have time to melt.