Tim: Look, all brothers fight, OK. When I was a kid, I got in a terrible fight with Uncle Steve. I borrowed his 56 Chevy without permission.
Brad: Dad, what's your point?
Tim: I drove it into Corton Lake.
Brad: Oh man, I bet when Uncle Steve beat you up, it hurt.
Tim: He roughed me up a little bit. The point is, this fight put a big distance between us, it really hurt our relationship.
Brad: Well, Uncle Steve's a lot bigger than you. I mean he's got those huge arms.
Tim: What I'm trying to tell you is, this kind of fighting can hurt your relationship with your brother.
Brad: Well yeah, I bet Uncle Steve whooped your butt.
Tim: He didn't whoop my butt. As a matter of fact, if he were here right now, I'd whoop his butt. He's bigger and softer now. I'd grab Mr. Porkbelly by the flab and go... "Hey, man. Who's the kid now, huh?!"
Brad: Dad. Dad!
Tim: In a minute. "I tell you..."
Brad: Dad!
Tim: What?!