KAREN - “…And look over here! (squealing) A backdrop of the city of Los Angeles. All I had to do was just go down to Office Depot, order a banner using a picture I found off of google and voilà, the city of angels!”

KEVIN - “Don’t you mean eureka, Dorothy. This is California, not (with an accent) France.”

Kevin, Karen’s 33 year old brother who still lives at home, finds great delight in annoying Karen. He likes to call her Dorothy, because he thinks he’s somehow being clever by treating her like she’s an older, outdated version of Dora, from the cartoon show Dora the Explorer. Paying no mind that the name Dorothy would make people think first of The Wizard of Oz. Kevin has zero room to talk. He’s about 6’2, lanky, and with a style that shouts, I’m not going to be amounting to anything. He’s worn an old tie-dye t-shirt with a pair of bleach stained cargo shorts while sporting their mother’s large floppy sun hat, in public, more than once. Obnoxious doesn’t even begin to describe Kevin as he takes another bite out of a big red apple he’s been chewing on loudly.