Dick: That's my brother Harry, and this is Tommy, my son.
Roy: Hey, partner! How're you doin'? [pulls a coin from behind Tommy's ear] Hey, what's that? A quarter?
Tommy: Oh, I get it. You're trying to impress a youngster with what you think is a mystifying feat of trickery.
Roy: He's a smart one, this one. Cut your hair. You look like a girl.