Jill: Why did the coach kick you off the team?
Brad: Because I told him off when he benched me.
Tim: Why did he bench you?
Jill: More importantly, who are you to tell your coach off?
Brad: Mom, we were up six to nothing thanks to me. Then our coach gets this idea he should put in some of the crappy players.
Jill: The crappy players?
Brad: I'm just trying to build up my stats. I had three goals and it wasn't even half-time.
Tim: I don't care if you had three- Three goals at half-time? [Jill nudges Tim] I don't care if you had 600 goals. The coach runs the team, Brad.
Brad: The coach wouldn't have a team without me.
Tim: Me, me, me, me, me! When did you become the center of your own universe?
Jill: Why don't you ask your shirt?
Tim: Shirts don't talk.