Robert: Forget it. I am Robert Barone, Lieutenant, NYPD. And this is my brother Raymond, Sports writer, "Newsday."
Natasha: How could you do this to me?
Robert: When you first mistook me for Raymond, I didn't want to let you down.
Natasha: So you lied to me? I have to get out of here.
Robert: No, wait, Natasha listen. I was gonna tell you so many times. It's just that I really like you, and I didn't want you you see, people seem to respond differently to Raymond. He's always been "the funny one, the smart one, the favored one."
Marie: We've never shown any favoritism. [Robert closes the door]
Robert: See, you got to understand I've always wondered what it would be like to be Raymond. And it was even better than I thought it would be because I met you.
[Frank and Marie saddle over to the window and slowly open it]
Natasha: I can't believe this. You didn't have to do that! I liked you!
Robert: Really?
Natasha: But not anymore. This is so humiliating.
Robert: I hear ya.
Natasha: And what did you think, I was some Ray Barone "groupie"? You know what? Goodbye whoever you are!