Ray: Hey, at least I don't spend my whole life competing with my little brother!
Robert: Oh, yeah? Let me tell you something. I don't have to compete with you.
Ray: Oh, you don't compete? That's all you do! Look at this! You saved this for 10 years! 10 years!
Robert: Oh my God. I saved that letter for 10 years.
Debra: Oh, Robert, that's not so bad.
Robert: In a Ziploc bag! Everything I do... my job, my marriage, trying to get Mom and Dad's attention...
Frank: Leave me out of this.
Robert: Anytime something good happens to me, the first thought I get is, "Hey, what about that, Raymond?" And if it's something bad, I actually say a prayer that Ray... doesn't do so good that day.
Debra: You say a prayer?
Robert: "Come on, God. Get him!"