Marshall: [on video chat] Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad.
Judy Eriksen: Marshall? Is that you?
Marshall: Oh, okay, um... You guys, you're a little too close to the camera. Can you back up a bit?
Marvin Sr.: How's this?
Marshall: Every time. Um, can you just sit in front of the computer like normal human beings? Perfect! Perfect.
Marvin Sr.: What's up, shooter?
Marshall: Um, to be honest, I'm getting a little freaked out about the idea of having a daughter. I know you two probably aren't the right people to talk to about this. You had all boys.
Marvin Sr.: Oh, well, that was just dumb luck. Hey, honey, would you get me a brewski from out of the shed?
Judy Eriksen: Sure. You want anything, Marshall?
Marshall: I'm in a computer, Mom.