Steve: Ulee, you know your family is coming tomorrow. Are you nervous?
Ulee: Ummm...kinda, I guess. But from what your mom tells me, they are nice.
Steve: You have a lot of pressure to be cute.
Ulee: I thought I was always cute.
Steve: Oh, not as cute as me, but you're cute. Your problem is that you'll have to compete with me for being the cutest.