Alan: (surprised look) They love him! How can they love him? Artie: Who cares, we're gonna make a fortune. Alan: Doesn't it bother you that he's loaded? Artie: (shrugs) He's a musician. It'd bother me if he wasn't.
(to Berta) I just don't understand what kind of spiteful god could allow my drunken whoremonger of a brother to become a children's singing star while I toil away in poverty-stricken anonymity.