Well, I always feel bad afterwards and admit them when they're lies.

Because I know what you could be if you just apply yourself.

It's recently occurred to me I might not even have a problem.

- That's all I ever wanted. - When were we all ever happy, Dad?

So, no, no, I don't think it's too much to take on...

You and I are going to be okay. You know that, right?

- You, like, can't wait to leave. - I'm not. I'm not. I like it.

- No, come on. - I think that was good enough for both of us.

- I'm not innocent! - Yes, you are! All right? That's what I like about you.

Ah, I must say, I'm continually impressed with how each place you bring us...

And when I was 16, my psychiatrist dad came around to the conclusion that...

Honey, I asked you to get the metal wheel out of the hamster cage.

Um, I've been on some form of it since I was 10 or so.

And then I can feel unique again even if it's only for like a second.

She gets all baked out and makes me feel like I have to impress her.

Right now, I was thinking I've been going to a lot of these things lately.

I just thought maybe you could help me get that checked out while I'm home.

Only, I'd never know it because as far back as I can remember, I've been medicated.

And then I'll be like, "Oh, I got to take her home." And then we'll go.

But, Kenny, the last time I saw you, you were doing coke lines off a urinal.