Jill: Mark, we found the knife in your pants pocket. Why did you do this? What do you have to say?
Tim: Who cares what he has to say? He stole something then he lied about it. He sat there, let me yell at your brothers and take the rap for you. You're grounded indefinitely now.
Jill: Now, Tim, wait. Before you start doling out the punishment, I think we should discuss this.
Mark: I'm with Mom.
Tim: You stole from two of my best friends. They're like family to me. Is this how you treat these guys?
Mark: Dad, I'm sorry.
Tim: Forget about sorry! It doesn't work right now, pal.
Jill: Calm down. Stop yelling.
Tim: I've a right to yell. My kid's a rotten little thief. That's what you've turned into. Just a rotten little... [Mark runs off] Wait a second. Where are you going? I'm not finished with this thing yet.