and fraser says, "i beg your pardon?"

and ray says, "curvy. you know. you got curves."

and fraser says, "ray, i do have rather more subcutaneous fat than most men in chicago, but --"

and ray says, "no, it ain't that, fraser, it's -- it's your curves. you got curves. just get over it."

and fraser says, "er. of course, ray."

and ray says, "not that i been looking at your curves. you understand, fraser? this is just something i happened to notice."

"of course -- i completely understand," says fraser, deadpan, totally.

and ray gives him a suspicious glare and says, "do not be insincere with me, fraser. i know what you're doing here, and it's being insincere."

and fraser says, "i am always sincere with you, ray."

and ray KNOWS that fraser is somehow making fun of him, so he says, "fine, fraser, good. okay, then," but he's disgruntled the rest of the day, plus now he keeps thinking about fraser's curves.