Tim: Enough, enough, enough, guys. Your mom wants one quiet meal and I'm gonna give it to her if I have to duct tape you yard apes to those chairs, quiet.
Randy: OK. We'll do whatever you want tonight. Can we go now?
Tim: No, no, you can't go now. Because I'm gonna tell you something. I know the reason why you guys get nuts at the dinner table. Because you don't have an intimate relationship with your food. You don't respect what you're eating. You're not getting this. Let me show you what I mean. Hm. This is the chicken we're having for dinner tonight.
Randy: Oh, yuck. That looks gross.
Tim: That's exactly my point. This bird gave its life so you could eat. You should thank the bird.
Randy: Dad, have you lost it?
Tim: You're just missing it. It... You don't get it. It... It's simple. You guys would lose your mealtime aggression if you had to hunt it and kill it yourselves. Hm. Tell you what. I'll be the chicken. You be the mighty hunters. Stalk, hunt me, kill the chicken. [clucks] What a wonderful day to be a chicken and alive. Oh, God, it's hunters. I'd better run. Flee. Run, flee. So they couldn't catch me, flee. Run. Stalk, hunt, kill me. Run.
Brad: Kill the chicken.