Ray Barone: She picked yours.
Debra Barone: Really?
Ray Barone: Yeah. Clive. Clive all the way.
Debra Barone: No kidding?
Ray Barone: Yep.
Debra Barone: She liked mine better?
Ray Barone: Yep.
Debra Barone: Why are you lying to me?
Ray Barone: What?
Debra Barone: You're lying to me.
Ray Barone: You got that from "yep"?
Debra Barone: No. I listened outside Ally's door.
Ray Barone: Why would you do that?
Debra Barone: Because I knew you would lie to me.
Ray Barone: Yeah, I lied, but the nice way.
Debra Barone: I don't need you to protect my feelings. Don't you think I can handle it that I write a children's story and my own daughter doesn't like it?
Ray Barone: Of course you can.
Debra Barone: Yeah. First you win, then you rob me of the opportunity to lose with dignity.
Ray Barone: I think you lost that when you listened at the door.