Tim: I'm not taking you to the hot rod shop looking like that.
Brad: Just because of my hair?
Tim: You got it.
Jill: Tim, come on. You promised you'd take him.
Brad: No, no, no. You know what, Mom? I don't want to go anymore. I mean, I don't give a crap about his hot rod or his stupid engine.
Tim: Don't talk to me like that.
Brad: Don't worry, I won't be talking to you.
Tim: Well, I won't talk to you, either.
Brad: Fine.
Tim: Double fine.
Both: Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine!