Robert: Don't pretend with me. I only know too well the pain of being number two.
Debra: What did Ray tell you?
Robert: About you and your sister? He doesn't have to tell me. I've seen that face before in the mirror.
Debra: No, my sister and I don't have that kind of relationship.
Robert: Oh, no? Starts the first day they bring the new one home. There you are, innocently playing with your bongo monkey, all the relatives just oohing and aahing over the new little blessing, so cute, so so precious. Then Mama's darling begins to cry. Someone comes up with the bright idea of giving him your bongo. That'll calm him down. And from that day forward, say goodbye to your monkey and assume the position. You are now number two.
Debra: I'm the younger one, Robert.
Robert: What's that?
Debra: I'm the youngest. They would be giving me the bongo monkey.
Robert: Oh. Well, it's just a very general story intended to illuminate the human condition.