April: Oh, come on. Please?
Ray: No. Leave me alone.
April. It won't take too long.
Ray: I won't be able to sleep afterwards.
April: I can't sleep without it.
Ray: Why do you think of things like this in the middle of the night?
April: Because I'm HOT.
Ray: You get hot at the damndest times.
April: If you loved me I wouldn't have to beg you.
Ray: If you loved *me* you'd be more considerate.
April: You don't love me any more.
Ray: Yeah I do, but let's forget it for tonight.
April: (sob-sob)
Ray: (aaarrgh) Alright, I'll do it.
April: What's the matter? Need a flashlight?
Ray: I can't *find* it.
April: Oh, for God's sake, FEEL for it.
Ray: There. I got it. Satisfied?
April: Oh, God, yes!
Ray: Next time you want the window opened, do it yourself.