Nina: You never told me you had a sister
Mary: Well I don’t like to talk about her, only because it reminds me of her. The minute she was born my life changed. She was showered with attention, she was given everything, she was supported endlessly and I had to stand by and rinse out her things.
Nina: Wow. So you’re the good sister?
Dick: Doesn’t the first born kind of, pave the way? I’m sure she’s grateful.
Mary: Grateful?! She’s the smart sister, the pretty sister. And every second she has she crams it down my throat! She is evil!