With brothers you become friends. Some you hang out with more than others. You talk to one about the other a little more. You get mad at them. Then, you love them. Then, you apologize. You have to apologize whether you want to or not. You have to. That's your brother.
“I get paid all day, every day, which is almost too much for a sensitive artist.”
“The first Matrix genius, the second one, what's up with the dancing? I haven't even seen the third one.”