Brick: Hey, Dad. We had the best day. Uncle Rusty took me out of school, and we ate ribs, and I bowled a 39. I learned that I do not like beer, though. [throws Rusty the car keys]
Rusty: Oh. [laughs] He did pretty well. Oversteered a little bit, but that's why you gotta-
Mike: Not let him drive? What, are you nuts?
Rusty: Oh. Oh, he was fine. Dad let us drive. We turned out okay.
Mike: You wanna rephrase that?
Rusty: Okay, uh... Dad let we drive. Us turned out okay. Is that what you're looking for, grammar police?