Jerry: So, Barney, I understand you have a pretty big job with a bank.
Barney: Yeah, I do. I make a ton of money. How much do you make, J.J.?
J.J.: I'm 11.
Barney: Oh, well. Now we all know you make excuses. I was talkin' about money.
Cheryl: Actually J.J. has a job. Tell him, J.J.
J.J.: I got a paper route.
Barney: [scoffs] Good time to get into print media. Am I right, Dad?
Jerry: Good slam, Barney.
Cheryl: Jerry.
Jerry: No, it-it's all good fun. Just ribbing among long-lost brothers.