Wilson: Wait, wait a second. Tim, this should be your prize. You bought the ticket.
Tim: I bought the ticket for your birthday. It's all yours.
Wilson: Well, it should be Brad's. He gave me his seat.
Brad: Dad, the man's got a point.
Tim: No, whosever butt... Whosever butt is in the seat wins the prize, period.
Wilson: Well, I've got an idea. Let's go halvsies.
Tim: Halvsies? Men don't go halvsies. Men don't even say "halvsies."