Sam: Yeah, Derek's always been like that, always had to have the spotlight, had to be the center of attention.
Carla: Yeah, well, you know if it's any consolation to you, Sam, I know how you feel. I got a sister who's got me beat in every way. She's five foot two, her husband never has a drink until noon, and she's a beautician. How do you compete with that? But after a while I said to myself, "To hell with her. I'm me."
Sam: What you're trying to say is I'm as good as my brother?
Carla: You kidding? You're not even as good as my sister. But I still like you best, Sam.