Dick: Look, I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner, but isn't it neat to find out new things about yourself?
Harry: You have destroyed my life!
Dick: Harry, please.
Harry: Oh, so it's okay for me to have a thing in my head, but it's not okay for me to know about it? And you call yourself a father. I'm out of here.
Dick: Harry, you are not leaving! You're coming right back here! That's an order.
Harry: You know, Dick, if you were my father, I would think that you would care enough about my feelings to just let me go.
Dick: You're right. You need to sort this out for yourself. Go. But as High Commander, I must have access to that transmitter. Stay! But I want you to have your own space. Go. But I can't allow this breach of protocol. I order you to stay! Leave the nest. Fly. I need your head. You come back here! I'm sorry. Go. No, stay! No, go! Stay! Go!
Harry: Stop! You're tearing me apart!