Debra: What is this, like some kind of competition between you two?
Ray: No! What?
Debra: Oh, my God, it is. You can't stand it that your mommy likes Robbie's girl better than your girl.
Ray: I'm a little insulted by that.
Debra: You're insulted? I'm just this thing in your stupid sibling rivalry.
Ray: There's no rivalry.
Debra: Oh no? Robbie's got the better girl, Ray. We're behind. What are we gonna do?
Ray: Where are you going?
Debra: Well, I've got a lot of work to do. There's the evening gown competition. There's swimsuit competition. Oh, my God. Talent competition. What should I do? Twirl or sing? I know. I'll do both. [sings] One singular sensation Every little step she takes One thrilling combination Every move that she makes. Idiot!
Ray: Nice. Very nice. Nice attitude. Forget about Miss Congeniality, that's for sure. I'm not an idiot.