Big Mike: Doctor? What are you gonna call a doctor for? I'll just burn it off of him right here.
Brick: Uh, yeah. I don't know how I feel about burning things off my neck... Or any place, really.
Mike: Relax, Dad. We got it.
Big Mike: Well, all right, but if that head buries, you know what's gonna happen.
Brick: I don't! What's gonna happen?!
Big Mike: I used to cut ticks out of you all the time, and you're still here, aren't you?
Mike: I'm not burning or cutting anything off of or out of my son, okay?
Big Mike: Wow. When did you get so soft? Guess I always wanted a daughter.
Mike: Dad. Enough.
Big Mike: I'm just saying, that's... That's not how I raised you.
Mike: Don't talk about how you raised me. You weren't around that much. Okay? You didn't do that great a job.
Big Mike: Well, I guess... I'm done here. I'll just get on down the road. Thanks for the dishwasher.