Dutch: [sings and kicks legs] Like peas in a pod, birds of a feather
Tag: What in the hell are you doing? You're adding dance moves?
Dutch: You're just sitting there. I'm trying to add a little spice to it.
Tag: There you go again, trying to one-up me, just like you did in the vacuum business.
Dutch: Are you kidding me? You've been riding on my coattails my whole life.
Tag: 'Course I have! What's the good of having family if you can't sponge off of 'em?
Dutch: You know something, Tag? I came to visit you thinking maybe you'd mellowed with age, but you're worse. I mean, I'm like wine... I've improved with age. You're like... Cheese, a piece of stinky old cheese.
Tag: You're not making any sense.
Dutch: This whole conversation is like crackers on butter.
Brick: Yes!