Amy: Go ahead, Robert.
Robert: Uh, Raymond, your success is your success and not my failure. And so as any good brother should be, I am happy for you.
Frank: Both my sons are whipped!
Robert: However, Raymond, if anybody should get credit for your success, it should be me.
Amy: Robert!
Robert: That's right! Admit it! You owe your success to the pathological desire you've always had to be better than me!
Ray: What?
Robert: That's right. Remember in school? I was the writer on the paper. Before you even knew how to pick up a pencil, I had my own column, "The View from Up Here."
Ray: You've gotta be kidding me!