Guy: How do you like your rum?
Martin: Well, it's kind of small, but it's got a nice view.
Guy: [holds up his mug] No, your rum.
Martin: [seeing] Oh, yeah, yeah.
Guy: I wonder if it's clouded my judgment about something. Your son Niles, is it my imagination or is he attracted to—?
Martin: Hold it right there. It's not your imagination. He's got it bad.
Guy: Really?
Martin: Mmm.
Guy: This is not a delicate subject for you?
Martin: Oh, no, no. Niles has had those feelings for years. 'Course, I didn't encourage it during his so-called marriage, but now that he's free, whatever makes him happy. I say go for it!
Guy: You are a wonderful father.