"Hey Joe, is that Tre Mason across the street doing drills on his front lawn?"
"Sure is Bobby. 'Hey Tre! Come on over, and run some drills with us!"
"Yeah Tre. You and Bobby vs. Me and Peter. Joe can be all-time quarterback. Those are some pretty blond dreads, by the way. I'll try not to head slap them in the heat of the moment. Honest"
"Hey Tre! I'm so glad you could come over and run drills with my brothers. I made some lemonade for you guys!...Oh my nose!!!"
"Now Tre, you saw Marcia there. We invited you over here because we saw you running drills by yourself, and this is the kind of thank you we receive? I think you need to stay home from the Brady camping trip. Deacon and Joe, you're both welcome to go, but Tre...I'm afraid your going to have to stay back with Greg.
"Tre, hey this is Greg, man. Screw them. And screw reporting to camp. I got some killer weed here in the Den. What do you say you and me do some bong hits, then cruise around town for some Bettys?"
"I'm there man! Screw the Rams anyway. Drafting Gurley...I'm the man!.."