Tim: You're doing a real good job, son. Hey, pretty cool, huh? If I had patent leather shoes on, I could look up my own skirt. Whee! Whee! Tell you what, when I get home from the games, we'll go put the exhaust slips on the hot rod. How about that?
Brad: I don't want to work on the stinking hot rod. You lied to me. You said I could go to the truck rally.
Tim: Does sneaking out and breaking windows ring a bell to you?
Brad: Why don't you just go...
Tim: What did you just say to me?
Brad: Nothing.
Tim: You just got two more days, pal.
Brad: Fine, pal.
Tim: You get smart like that, I'll give you another week!