Hey, you know something? You're all right, son. Of course, you got a little of your mother...

[after having his offer rebuffed by Ned Brainard] Alonzo P. Hawk:
Well, there goes the ball game. He'll telephone Washington, and by tomorrow, this place will be swarming with sharpies. Biff Hawk:
Supposing you did get the professor's discovery? Did you mean what you said about not closing down Medfield? Alonzo P. Hawk:
[not listening]
If they get a hold of that flying jalopy before I do, there's millions right down the drain. Biff Hawk:
Because if you did, I've got an idea. Alonzo P. Hawk:
Quiet, son. I'm tryin' to think. Biff Hawk:
Switch cars on him. Alonzo P. Hawk:
[still not listening]
That idiot Brainard! If he could have... [finally catches on to what Biff said; brightly] Alonzo P. Hawk:
What did you say, son? Biff Hawk:
Switch cars on him. There are other old Model T's around. Alonzo P. Hawk:
Yeah... there are, aren't there, Biffer? Biff Hawk:
There's a fellow in Appleton that's... Alonzo P. Hawk:
Hold it. I'm way ahead of you. [to Lenny] Alonzo P. Hawk:
Lenny, take the Appleton turnoff. [to Biff] Alonzo P. Hawk:
Hey, you know something? You're all right, son. Of course, you got a little of your mother in you, but actually, well, you're just me all over again