Molly: I get the impression you don’t like him.
Polly: I don’t.
Molly: Why?
Polly: He calls you fat.
Molly: I am fat.
Polly: No you’re not.
Molly: I certainly give the impression of being fat.
Polly: How is that?
Molly: I weigh over 200 pounds. I am barely five feet tall. I can’t ride a roller coaster because I don’t fit.
Polly: He still shouldn’t call you that.
Molly: At least he calls me. No one else does. Except you. And you’re my sister. Who fits in a roller coaster seat. And has people calling her.
Waking up on the Wrong Side of 50 