Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.
Father: Um...
Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way ya like it.
Father: Uh, Brady?
Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
Father: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?
Brady: Yeah?
Father: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea...
Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.
Father: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in my life...
Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?
Father: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she did.
Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!
Father: Er, what exactly did she tell you?
Brady: Oh, don't you worry, I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
Father: ...When did my life get so weird?