Pops: Hey, kiddo. I heard what you said the other day loud and clear.
Adam: Then why are you here with that rolling battleship?
Pops: I thought you'd want to take it to your party. When you roll up with this baby, you'll be fighting trixies off with a stick.
Adam: You certainly know what a modern boy wants, but you're not even supposed to be driving.
Pops: Enjoy the Caddy. [tosses keys]
Adam: I don't want the Caddy. [tosses keys back]
Pops: You got to take the Caddy. [tosses keys back]
Adam: Stop saying "Caddy," and stop throwing Caddy keys at me. [tosses keys back]
Pops: I know we had a rough patch the other day, but let me do this for my best bud.
Adam: I don't want this. I don't want your help. I just want to be left alone.
Pops: Okay, then. I get it. You don't want me.
Johnny: Oof. That was rough. Hope you have the same presence of mind when Paula Abdul demands her pants back.