Stella: We need to speak briefly about my sister.
Annie: What about her?
Stella: She won't hesitate to make it all about her, she tends to hyperventilate so she can pull out a paper bag and breath into it, and she cries just to get me.
Annie: Get you?
Stella: I have defective tear ducts, it's genetic. I can't cry. If she acts up we need to get her out!