Jake: Look, I know you don't like him, but can you at least try to be nice for me?
Roger Peralta: Okay. I'll be nice.
[later:]
Roger Peralta: I wish you were dead, you lousy son of a bitch!
Jake: You said you were gonna be nice.
Roger Peralta: I lied so I could say the "son of a bitch" thing.
Jake: Dad!