Albert: (in response to Laura's perfume) How come you smell like Ma?
Laura: None of your business.
Albert: You're going to see Almaaaaanzo.
Laura: I'm going to see Miss Wilder!
Laura: Well, it's true!
Albert: You don't care how you smell for Miss Wilder. Trust me, I sit next to you in class--I know!
Laura: That's disgusting!
Albert: Yeah, it is!
Laura: And so is your dumb doghouse! (storms off)
Albert: Why did I ever have to have a girl for a sister?