Tim: Ice-cold pop for my favorite son.
Mark: I'm your favorite son?
Tim: Well, you're my last hope. One son looks like a sumo wrestler. And the other one's in there putting moves on his mother.
Mark: Dad, I hope you never get mad at me like you did at Brad.
Tim: I won't have to get mad at you like I got at Brad. You'll never come home with a haircut that looks like the back of Mr. Ed.