Ray: Oh, my God. Did you just have sex with me because my mother told you to? [screams] Well, how sick is that?
Debra: Very.
Ray: I'm thinking of my mother now. How could you listen to her?
Debra: Because I love you. I care about you. I'm not the one running off to play golf to get away from me.
Ray: You don't think I care about you? Why do you think I'm confessing? Don't you see? I feel guilty. Guilt. Guilt. That means love, huh? I had to come home and confess.
Debra: But you waited until after we had sex.
Ray: Well, you're very good looking.