Randy: You know, I've gotta thank you.
Brad: What for?
Randy: Well, because now you're the evil son and I'm the good son.
Brad: No, you're the dorky son.
Randy: OK... Let's just say this ball accidentally shot out of my hands and broke Wilson's window. Who do you think they'll believe did it? The evil son.
Brad: They would not.
Randy: Well, hey, I'm not the one with the criminal record... who got brought home by a woman cop. Hey, what's wrong, Brad? Can't you run faster than a girl?