Amy: I'm just gonna call and cancel. I really don't want to have dinner with my mom fawning all over the golden boy.
Rosa: I'm sure your mom loves you both equally.
Jake: No, she definitely doesn't.
Amy: My parents arrange the photos of their kids by who makes them the proudest. Number one goes on the mantel above the fireplace, two through four on the piano, and the rest are on the staircase.
Rosa: This is wack. So David's on the mantel?
Amy: Always. Meanwhile, my picture gathers dust on the piano.
Rosa: The piano's not that bad.
Amy: Nobody in the family even plays, Rosa. At least people use the stairs.