Pops: You gotta get your brother back. We need him.
Murray: You know, we're talking about Marvin. I've never once needed him.
Pops: Until now. His terrible ideas, turns out, are great.
Murray: [groans]
Pops: Fine. You don't want Marvin's help. I'll work on my magic. Say, what's that behind your-
Murray: Aah! Stop it. I'll go talk to him.