[Coach McGuirk appears with Brendon at juvenile court]
Judge: Brendon, is this your guardian?
Brendon: I don't know.
Coach McGuirk: Uh, John McGuirk, Your Honor.
Judge: Have I seen you in court before?
Coach McGuirk: Yes, several times, but that's not important, sir. What's important is that my retarded nephew is innocent.
Brendon: I'm NOT retarded.
Coach McGuirk: Yes you are, Brendon, now shut up. Uh, Your Honor, during the day of the accident, Brendon was suffering from a severe bout of, uh, mentally challenged... stuff.
Brendon: What are you doing?
Coach McGuirk: Mistrial, Brendon. Also, Your Honor, uh, Brendon was suffering from dementia, which, uh, was passed down to him from... me.
Judge: Now, wait, now...
Coach McGuirk: I don't even know where I am right now, Your Honor.
Brendon: I got hit... I was hit by a car!
Judge: Now, you were hit by a... r-right. S-so what are you telling me here?
Coach McGuirk: Well, that Brendon was hit by a car, and that... that it was, uh, his fault.
Brendon: You'd make a FANTASTIC lawyer.
