(Gregory Peck and his kids are riding in the car, his kids look and talk exactly like him) Son #1: Are we there yet? Son #2: It's crowded back here! Son #3: Stop touching me! Son #2: Your leg is rubbing up against mine! Gregory Peck: Hey! Quiet down or I'm pulling over. Son #1: Stop breathing on the window! Son #2: You idiot! That's condensation, it's on the outside. Gregory Peck: That's it! I will come back there and so help me god, I will hit you with my ring-hand.