Marshall: Scott, when I get down from here, you are going to be in big, big trouble, mister.
Scott: Come on, Mr. E. Didn't you ever cut loose when you were a kid?
Marshall: That's irrelevant. I mean, of course I did. One time, when my parents were out of town, my brothers and I set the basement on fire hosting an amateur wrestling exhibition. There were some theatrics.
Scott: See, you get me. I don't think of you as some dummy I trapped on the roof. I think of you more like, like my dad. Can we keep the party going for 30 more minutes, please?
Marshall: Okay, Scott.
Scott: Thanks, Pop.
Marshall: It's fine, kid just needed to blow off some steam. [watches Scott "dancing" with the blanket] No! Grandma Gunderson knitted that! Scott!