Dick: [to Harry] Hop to it, you ironically-gifted chowderhead. Why did I say that? What's wrong with me?
Tommy: Could it be - and this is just a wild guess - that Harry is way better at something than you?
Dick: Oh, give me some credit. I'm the High Commander. I don't engage in petty rivalry.
Tommy: [scoffs] Look, Dick, you're actually younger than me, right?
Dick: Right.
Tommy: But on this mission you got to be taller. Now, don't you think that eats my lunch just a little bit? You don't see me whining.
Dick: So how can you be so cool about it?
Tommy: 'Cause I'm older than you, little buddy.