Brad: Would you stop bugging me, Dad? I mean, it's my hair.
Tim: Yeah, but your hair lives in my house.
Brad: Why do we have to go through this every time I get a haircut?
Tim: We wouldn't have to if you'd get a decent haircut. Just get something more traditional, okay?
Brad: Like yours?
Tim: Yeah. What's wrong with my hair?
Brad: You know, I hate to tell you this, Dad, but that look went out with those machines that played those round black things on them that spun.
Tim: Record player.
Brad: Ah.
Mark: Record player? We were just reading about that in our history class.