Tim: It was bound to happen, I guess.
Tim: Yeah. There was a time my brothers didn't want me tagging around with them.
Jill: Did it bum you out?
Tim: Not really, 'cause I'd tag along anyway. Bummed them out.
Jill: I bet.
Tim: They'd go to the drive-in with their girlfriends. I'd sit in back and pop up when they were starting to make their move with a fright wig and... [makes gurgling noises]