Jill: Now, boys, your father has something that he wants to talk to you about... calmly.
Tim: Which one of you lug nuts broke this torque wrench?
Jill: Tim, easy. Easy, easy, easy.
Tim: I didn't break it, you didn't break it. Who's left? Butch and Sundance.
Brad: Why are you always blaming us?
Tim: Because we're always guilty, aren't we?
Randy: Some people think we're nice.
Tim: Really? Name one.
Randy: Billy's mom thinks we're perfect little gentlemen.
Tim: Billy's mom thought she saw Elvis yesterday at the gas station.