Wilson: Well, hi ho, neighbor.
Tim: Hidey ho back at you. You getting ready to knock off a liquor store?
Wilson: No, Tim. I'm experimenting with thermal headgear for my heli-skiing trip.
Tim: Well, I'd rather go skiing in hell with you than stay in this house with my brother.
Wilson: Oh, I didn't think it was Marty who was doing all the screaming.
Tim: No, it was Claire. That girl screams louder than Al's mom when you try to take away her pudding.