Robert: Is it anything like your last Christmas letter?
Marie: Well, I haven't written a Christmas letter in 10 years.
Robert: [removes paper] Look familiar?
Marie: You kept that 10 years?
Robert: Oh, yes. I wasn't exactly pleased with the way I was portrayed, and I made a solemn pledge to never let that happen again.
Ray: Dude, you are so weird.
Robert: Am I, Raymond? Am I? There were six lines in your section. I got three. Half, okay? And after it came out, everybody gave me a pitiful, pathetic look.
Ray: You always get that look.
Robert: It was more pronounced, man!
Marie: Well, we can't change anything now. But don't worry... there's a lovely part about you.
Robert: Oh, yeah? Let me see that. Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay, mm-hmm. Raymond gets 1, 2,3, 4, 5, 6... seven lines. And I get 1, 2, 3... three! Less than half! I'm losing ground!