Adam: I need you to sign my permission slip for the Karate Club. I shall face my enemy in open combat.
Murray: Look at you. Finally listening to your old man, huh?
Adam: No, your stuff was useless. I'm being trained by the most deadly martial-arts sensei in town. Observe. Wah! Spray TV. Wipe TV. Spray TV. Wipe TV.
Murray: I don't know what the hell that was, but good for you for defending yourself. And for cleaning my TV.