Brick: Clover. Hi, Grandpa Big Mike. Dad says I'm supposed to get our dishes out of the old dishwasher.
Big Mike: Okay. Looks like your dad's finally got you doing something for yourself.
Mike: [groans] You know, Dad... If you got a problem with the way I'm raising my kids, why don't you just say it?
Big Mike: Aw, it's not for me to say. They're your kids.
Mike: Yeah. They are, Dad. My kids, and you got a-
Brick: Stupid clover!
Mike: Hey, Brick, Brick! What are you doing? Be careful with that. [off Big Mike's look] What?
Big Mike: Nothing.
Mike: No, you're right. You're right. That is soft. Brick? Forget the hammer. How'd you like to use a chain saw? Here, let me fire it up for you.
Brick: Um, I'm not even allowed to use an electric toothbrush.