After Howard questioned her sanity, Debbie moaned: "I am not mentally ill, my f'ing god."
Debbie also refused to discuss her day job ("Don't worry about how I make a living...I have a real job, yes. I do real work.") and sex life: "I don't have no desires."
Howard gave up, turning to the large bird sitting on Debbie's shoulder: "Does the parrot have anything to say?"
Debbie eventually broke down and admitted her father had been abusive: "The f'ing pet lady came from a crazy f'ing home." S
al was more interested in her body: "Whip out your beaver. Make yourself interesting."
Debbie turned to Howard: "If they want to see shit, they better start whipping out their f'ing dicks."
Richard quickly obliged: "She's got a parrot, I've got a trouser trout."