Rusty: Cop! [bends down]
Mike: You in some kind of trouble, Rusty?
Rusty: Oh, no. Just habit. Hey, look, I found a nickel.
Mike: Mm-hmm.
Rusty: Hey, Mike, do you remember the time when we got nailed for throwing rocks at the cop car?
Mike: He doesn't need to hear about that.
Brick: You threw rocks at a cop car? And yet I get in trouble for inviting those well-dressed people in to talk about religion.
Mike: Look, it was Uncle Rusty's idea, not mine. He wanted to have a snowball fight, but since it was July, he decided to use rocks.
Rusty: [laughs] Yeah. And then I accidentally hit the cop car. Boy, I've never seen this guy run so fast.
Mike: [chuckles] And then the cops showed up at our door.
Rusty: Yeah, and... and you were so tall, you pretended to be my dad. [both laugh] You know, he's always been this tall.
Brick: That's hilarious. Uh, did grandpa Big Mike ever find out?
Mike: Oh, you kidding? We wouldn't be here.
Brick: Hmm.
Mike: Parents were a lot meaner back then.