Tim: So what brings you gentlemen to the big Motor City?
Al Unser Sr.: Al's doing some testing at the Michigan International Speedway.
Al Unser Jr.: And Al's gonna be going with me.
Al Unser Sr.: And Al is doing some go-cart racing.
Tim: Uh, there... Al... that Al. You must be pretty proud of the boy. My older son is getting his driver's license today.
Al Richard Unser.: Cool!
Al Unser Jr.: Congratulations. It's a big day.
Al Unser Sr.: Have a cigar.
Al: Well, enough shilly-shallying. Let's talk engines.
Tim: "Shilly-shallying"? I'm "shorry" you had to hear that.

Al Unser Sr.: You know, Al should take it from here now.
Tim: Which Al?
Al Unser Sr.: That Al.
Al Unser Jr.: Well, actually, Al knows more than I do.
Tim: Which Al?
Al Unser Jr.: Big Al.
Tim: My Al?
Al: His Al.
Tim: Which Al?
Al: Al's Al.
Tim: All right, stop! This... I got it. What's your middle names?
Al Sr. & Al Jr.: We don't have any.
Tim: Shoe size?
Al Sr. & Al Jr.: Nine.
Tim: Inseam?
Al Sr. & Al Jr.: Thirty-two.
Tim: I got an idea. Come here. Why don't you tell us the difference between the engines.
Al Richard Unser: I'm just a kid. You'll have to ask Al.
Tim: Al, help me out.
All: OK.

Brad: Good morning.
Jill: There he is. You ready for your driver's test today?
Brad: I've been ready ever since Dad woke me up at 4:00 a.m. He was so excited he couldn't sleep.
Jill: Well, to get you off to a good start, I made you a nice, solid breakfast.
Randy: [taps a pancake] So solid you need a jackhammer to get through it.

Brad: Let's get out of here. Hanging around here makes me more nervous.
Tim: Just relax. Relax. Relax. You're gonna pass this test with flying colors.
Jill: And if you don't, your father won't hound you.
Randy: That's what we're here for.

Tim: The tradition continues!
Brad: I passed!
Tim: So did l! I took the test again just for the hell of it.
Jill: [hugs Brad] I am so proud of you. Congratulations!
Tim: How do you feel about me?
Jill: Words can't describe it.

Jill: We're gonna celebrate tonight. So, you get to pick the place.
Brad: Actually, I told some guys I'd go out and celebrate with them if I passed.
Jill: Oh.
Tim: You don't mind, do you, honey?
Jill: I guess not.
Tim: So, where are we going?
Brad: Like I said, it's me and the guys.
Jill: You don't mind, do you, honey?

Jill: Brad decided to drive his friends to the basketball game. He said that he's gonna call here right at 8:00 sharp. So, if this phone rings, will we hear it?
Tim: Jill, there's nothing to be nervous about.
Jill: I'm not nervous. [timer dings] [answers phone] Brad?
Patty: Oh? No, no, no. Oven timer.
Jill: OK, OK, yes. I'm a little jumpy.

Jill: I just have a feeling something bad's gonna happen.
Brad: He'll be fine. He's gonna be a great driver. Our oldest son got his driver's license today.
Doug: Whoa! The most important document he'll ever receive, huh?
Tim: All right. You know, I think I like this guy you're dating.
Patty: Oh, good. Because your approval means everything to me.

Doug: So, your son just got his license, huh?
Jill: Oh, yeah.
Doug: There's nothing like a guy's first night with a car. I'll never forget mine.
Jill: Why? What was it like?
Doug: Well, I had a '66 Lincoln.
Tim: With the suicide doors!
Doug: It was a tank. We crammed about 14 people into that thing and drag raced a buddy into the next county. We had to be going 120 miles an hour. [chuckles]
Jill: A hundred-and-twenty miles per hour?
Doug: Well, we slowed down to moon the pedestrians. [Tim laughs]
Patty: I think we've heard enough about your first night out.

Jill: Well, there you go. It's after 8:00. Brad still hasn't called.
Tim: It's 8:03. Why are you so worried?
Jill: Two words, "freight train."
Tim: First off, freight trains don't run around here anymore, okay? And second, Brad is a lot more responsible than I was at his age.
Jill: Well, you know, that's true.