[flashback:]
Frank: Well, what do you do?! Don't you have to go away from here?
Ray: Oh, no! I don't have a route mapped out to the hospital from here.
Debra: Shh, be quiet! I don't want Marie to know! Let's just get out of here.
Ray: What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not going to tell my mother?
Debra: After we're in the hospital and well under way, then you can tell her.
Ray: What's well under way?
Debra: Kindergarten. I don't want her in my delivery room!
Ray: Maybe she could just bring cookies?
Debra: I am going to bite your nose right off.

[flashback:]
Nurse: Excuse me, we can't hold your mother back any longer. She just turned over a gurney.
Ray: Okay, let them in. We should keep the baby between us and her like a shield.

[flashback:]
Ray: Deb, Deb, just wait a minute.
Debra: What?
Ray: We've been having sex every day for the last three months. I'm starting to feel like a piece of meat.
Debra: Okay. [kisses Ray]
Ray: Boy, you really want a kid, huh?
Debra: What do you mean? Don't you?
Ray: Yeah, you know... I don't know.
Debra: Well, what? I mean, wasn't this the plan? We've been trying for three months. Aren't you the one that said you wanted a little Ray or Raymona?