Youth, verbatim: "Whoa what the fuck? Yo RK gonna be buggin' about this."
Ray, naturally: "Where's your father?"
Youth: "Dead, homes!"
Ray, of course: "Lucky you. What aren't you in school?"
Youth: "Don't need no school. I'm gonna be a fucking millionaire."
Re-Kon: "Who the fuck is you and what the fuck is you doing in my house?"
A valid question, since all that has happened so far is that Ray Donovan has walked into his neighbor's house and then begun interrogating the people inside it for no reason. But then: A twist! "Thank you so much for coming into my McMansion and ordering us around, Ray Donovan! Why, what would we do without your wise counsel, Ray Donovan?" Then it gets even grosser.
Re-Kon: "Hold up Ray, yo, I got a job for you. I want to buy the little homey here. His mom's a crack ho and she don't do nothing for the boy. So I want to get him emancipated."
Ray: "So basically you are Usher and he's Justin Bieber, and I'm the honky that's going to facilitate this?"
Re-Kon: "We certainly can't be expected to administrate our own lives, I mean look at me! I'm wearing sports casual attire before five o'clock, when I should be at work."
Youth: (Starts singing, obnoxiously enough.)
Ray: "Whatever, this is not what I was looking for when I barged the fuck into your house like a fucking South Boston thug like I am. I'm outta here. Call Lee Drexler, because one thing we need more of is stories about Jews and black people dicking with each other."
"...And keep the fucking music down."
RK, verbatim: "Word, Ray Donovan. Word."
Kunta Kinte: "2013 looks pretty nasty from where I'm standing. How did this shit make it onto TV? Why is Showtime so aggressively for white people? Usually crappy ones?"
Re-Kon: "Like any black people will ever see this. Don't worry about it."
Now that that's settled, Ray heads back to his car outside his house, where -- like a video game version of real life -- Abby is still circling, bitching endlessly, flying in circles around the yard. Ray just drives away, because that is not how you be married, and she retaliates by gathering up all of his clothing and donating it to a church. "Not punch me right in the face, willya."
Mickey: "Where is the porn in this house?"