"Yeah. I'm not." He answers with a twist downward of his lips, "I'm FDR, you just call me 'Frank' because you're an asshole. So no, it's not all that common, and I remember a certain asshole complaining about all the petnames I used because they weren't personal enough."

"And it's totally that big, B. And it's mine. So don't think you get to take credit for it. And I was never a car." Weird question.

"Jesus Christ. Are we still really on this?" Tuck grumbles before shooting Dean an arched brow. "Oh, it's not the kind of conversation you have on a joyride. It's more a drink at a bar type-Ouch. What was that for?!" And he's rubbing his arm where FDR just punched him.

"Dude."

"Right. Sorry. There's absolutely no story to tell. At all." And the line is delivered far too flatly to be convincing at all.