Everybody Loves Raymond1996

Ray Barone:
Hey.

Debra Barone:
Hey.

Ray Barone:
You know, I almost died today.

Debra Barone:
Really?

Ray Barone:
That's what you say when I tell you I almost died?

Debra Barone:
What am I supposed to say?

Ray Barone:
"Oh my God, Ray! Are you all right?"

Debra Barone:
What happened?

Ray Barone:
I'm in the press box, I'm watching the game...

Debra Barone:
Yeah.

Ray Barone:
...and I'm eating a soft pretzel. But these pretzels they have, they're not moist. They're bigger than the other ones, but they're very dry. Anyway, the salt doesn't stick to them, it falls everywhere.

Debra Barone:
Oh my God, are you okay?

Ray Barone:
You gonna mock? You just gonna mock?

Debra Barone:
All right, I'm sorry. So the salt didn't stay on your pretzel.

Ray Barone:
Yes! All right, so I'm... I'm bending to wipe the salt off my shirt, and bam, a foul ball comes flying into the booth. It came this close to hitting me!

Debra Barone:
Yeah?

Ray Barone:
Yeah! I felt its wind! And then I turn and Andy, who just got a turkey and cheese sandwich, and the ball knocks it off his tray. The soda, pickles, chips, chocolate cake, everything!

Debra Barone:
You get chocolate cake in the press box?

Ray Barone:
It was Friday. We get a different cake every Friday. But you're missing the point.

Debra Barone:
I'm getting the point. A ball bounced into your world and disturbed paradise!