Wilson: What Al told me is in the strictest confidence.
Tim: Well, you know, Wilson... I could get you a riding mower from Binford. Sixteen-horse rear-bagger for cost plus ten.
Wilson: Sorry, neighbor. I can't be bought.
Tim: Why would Al tell you and not me?
Wilson: Well, maybe because I didn't search his locker for long brown hairs.
Tim: Which, according to the lab, either belonged to a collie or Al's mother.