Ray: Look I don't care what you have to confess, I don't want to hear it.
Fraser: I'm sorry Ray, I realize this may not be the best venue nor the most appropriate moment, but it's--
Ray: I'm working on a big missing-persons case. I haven't slept. This is the first chance I've gotten away from my desk in seventy-two hours and I'm trying to get some food, so can we do this some other time?
Fraser: I'm disturbing you.
Ray: Yes, you are.
Fraser: I should leave? Oh, Ray.
Ray: But you won't.
Fraser: Well, I am sorry, but there's a certain matter that I've withheld from you for some time now, and I feel if I don't clear my conscience soon...
Ray: Okay, okay, clear.
Fraser: Ray, there's something we'd better discuss... (pulls Ray into closet)
Ray: Not now. Fraser! Why are you wearing that? What the hell are you doing? Fraser! Fraser! Oh why do I always let him do this to me. Aw you're not even listening. What are you doing back there? Oh my god. Oh My God. You're not gonna put -- don't put that --
Ben: You're being unreasonable... Does it hurt?
Ray: Of course it hurts.
Fraser: I'm sorry. I'll move it.
Ray: All right...stop jerking it... be careful... Okay, go ahead.
Fraser: Ray, Ray, Ray...
Ray: You are soooo sensitive.
Ben: Ahhh. Oh dear.
Ray: It's gone Fraser.
Fraser: It's to be expected, Ray. I mean, as a man ages...
Ray: Hey there, you need a hand?
Ben: No, as you can see, I just need some time to recuperate. In the meantime, perhaps this will be of some assistance.
Ray: Put that down.
Fraser: It's a carrot.
Ray: All right, great. It's a carrot. Just drop it.
Fraser: Ray, Ray, don't get excited.
Ray: It depends on what you're planning. Why don't you let me do this for you? It'll be great...
Ben: You know you really don't have to do this.
Ray: Ahhh, trust me, I do...
Fraser: Mmmm.
Ray: Yeah, I figured you'd like that...
Fraser: Thank you.
Elaine (opening closet door): Hi
Fraser & Ray: Hi
Elaine: Am I disturbing you?
Fraser: No.
Ray: Yes, you are.
Elaine: Lieutenant needs to see you.
Ray: Don't move.
Fraser: I won't move.
Elaine: Can I ask you a personal question? Vecchio?
Fraser: Vecchio. (He pulls the closet door closed).