Murray: Ah! I hear jingling! Don't know which moron that is, but if you want my car, then take Pops home.
Pops: Yeah, I could use a ride.
Adam: Ah, come on! F-Fine. 'Cause I love you! Let's get moving!
Murray: Bup bup! You know all those paving stones?
Adam: You mean the ones Mom has screamed at you to return for the last year?
Murray: Yeah, load 'em up in the car and take 'em back to Heckingers before they close in an hour.
Adam: No! Can't I do this another time?
Murray: Nah, it'll feel good to get it off my plate.