Big Mike: Aw, what are you worried about? Your dad was using a chain saw when he was half your age.
Mike: No, you know what? Chain saws are for softies. I bet we can do better, huh, Dad? How about, uh, how about the blowtorch?
Big Mike: Nothing wrong with a boy learning how to use a blowtorch.
Mike: Go ahead, Brick. Your grandpa's gonna make you a man.
Brick: Thanks, but I think I'll stay a boy for now.
Mike: Come on. It's just 3,000 degrees of searing heat... Nothing to be afraid of. And Grandpa says it's okay.
Big Mike: Teach him how to use it properly, I don't think it's such a big deal.
Mike: Okay. What's it gonna be, Brick? Chain saw or blowtorch? Fire or steel?
Brick: You know, I'm thinking the clover might not be the source of the curse after all. I think it might be genetics. At least now I get to keep the four-leaf clover. They're actually kind of rare. Uh-oh. Where'd it go?