Al: Why don't you chisel a hole and I'll bait the hooks?
Tim: I could use a crowbar. You got a crowbar.
Al: I got a chisel right here.
Tim: All right. Small hole, huh?
Al: Uh-huh, yeah, that ought to do us.
Tim: Oh, boy. [water plops] Were you real attached to that chisel?
Al: Tim, that... that chisel's been in my family for generations! That was handed down to me by my great-grandfather Hal Borland.
Tim: Well, it's not like it was new.