Ray, Debra, and Robert are sitting on the couch. Frank is sitting in the recliner. Marie is sitting in the rocking chair.
"Now that," Ray says. "Was good."
"Yeah, yeah," Debra says, looking around at all the guys with their pants open. "Why don't you go marvel at the wonder of your mommy's cooking across the street so we don't have to watch."
"What?" Ray asks looking at her.
"Come on, be a man about it," Frank adds.
"Yeah," Ray repeats. "Be a man about it!"
"Mhm," Debra mumbles.
"Those pants have to be awfully tight and uncomfortable," he says looking down at her belly. "Loosen up!"
He reaches over to undo Debra's pants but she quickly swats his hands away.
"Nice try," she tells him, although she is unable to hide her smile.
"Hey," he tells her. "I was just trying to help you out, if you don't want it, well then fine."
Debra raises her eyebrows at him before getting up off the couch.
"Where are you going dear?" Marie asks.
"I was just going to get a glass of water," she tells Marie.
"Sit, sit," Marie tells her. "I'll get it for you."
"No really Marie," Debra says starting to walk toward the kitchen. "I can get it myself."
"Don't argue with me Debra," Marie says as she stands up, blocking Debra's path into the kitchen.
"Fine," she says, going back to sit on the couch. "Fine."
As Marie goes into the kitchen to get Debra's water, Debra leans up against Ray and he puts his arm around her.
"This is nice," she says, looking up at him. "We haven't been able to spend time together like this in a while."
"Yup," Ray replies.
"Even if it is with your family," Debra adds as she looks around.
"Yup," Ray says again.
"Ray," she says as she looks up at him again. "Are you listening to me?"
"Yup," he says, yet again.
"Ray!" Debra says, louder this time.
"What?" he says as he looks over at her. "I'm listening, quality time with my family."
Debra rolls her eyes at him.
"Yeah," she tells him. "You're listening."
