Pete She's got style, in a Nazi-sort-of way. Everything's just fine, just do it my way. She's not my mother but she tells me
Jessica Clean your room! P You think I'm gonna listen?
J Better listen! P Tell it to the moon!
J JERK doesn't even begin to describe this animal-child that was forced on our lives. Eating all we got, but he never works a day.
P What's the point? J What's your gripe? P How come I never get paid?!
P & J You got nothin' on me you're just family
J So give me my space! P Don't tell me how to be!
J & P I've gotta live with your kind, but someday I'll be free and there'll be no more sibling rivalry.