Jill: Your dad's car got crunched at the junkyard and it's all my fault. I wish there was something I could do.
Brad: We could try to find him an old Corvair frame.
Jill: That's a great idea. I could check all the junkyards, go through his old car magazines.
Brad: Yeah. You could even check the Internet.
Jill: You could help me.
Brad: Why would I help you?
Jill: Because, Brad, no matter how many goals you score, no matter how many tests you ace, you've always got time for your main mom.