Jeff: Hey, Tim.
Tim: Where's your date?
Jeff: Right here.
Tim: Whoo-hee! And what a looker!
Jeff: Well, my date stood me up, so I figured I'd treat my little brother.
Marty: Yeah. He said if I'm good, he'd buy me a Sno-Cone.
Tim: Uh, I'd like to talk to Jeff in private. Go stick my finger in your back seat.
Marty: You make it sound so dirty.