Dad: Your shirt sucks, Lem.

Mac: Yeah, I hate satin too. What a lousy fabric.

Lem: Yeah, I hardly wear it anymore. It just sits in my dresser rotting like it deserves.

Tim: Wait, that's my shirt!

Lem: Kuya's losing - a common occurence among brother-brother fights these days.

Tim: I won this match in the end.

Dad: No wonder Oli got so buff (like Dad)