Kitty: So, um, what's going on here? [chuckles] Packing a picnic lunch for your next African safari?
Paula: No, I thought I'd make my strudel for the boys. It feels nice having people to cook for.
Kitty: Huh. Well, um... Sounds like your, uh, jet-set life gets pretty lonely, huh?
Paula: Oh, no, I have lots of friends.
Kitty: Oh, right, right. But, um, all the friends in the world don't make up for having to come home from the Bahamas to an empty house, do they?
Paula: I actually enjoy my privacy.
Kitty: Hmm, privacy, loneliness. It's a fine line, isn't it?
Paula: Okay, Kitty, is something wrong?
Kitty: Yeah, something is wrong. Why are you here?
Paula: Because I missed you. And I wanted you to see that I'm finally okay.
Kitty: Okay or better than me?
Paula: Better than you? Oh, Kitty, you're my sister and- Okay, fine. I'm finally a success, and I wanted to come back and rub your face in it. And I did, and I liked it!
Kitty: Well, good for you. It must have been hard living in my shadow, because I was popular and you weren't. And I had a life and you didn't. That's right. I said it. You heard me. You were a schlub. A schlub! [both laugh]