Craig: Dad, what are you doing here? I told you no at Applebee's, no at Malcolm's house, and no all the way home as you jogged alongside my car.
Vic Feldspar: I wanted to give you something.
Craig: What is it?
Vic Feldspar: Used to call that your unk-unk. Your mother bought that for you the day she found out she was pregnant. The only day I saw her happier was the day you were born.
Craig: Wow.
Vic Feldspar: I haven't been totally honest with you, son, but before I go, I owe you the truth. I never made it a secret how disappointed I am with the way you turned out. But what you don't know is if your mother was alive today, she's be just as disappointed.
Craig: What?
Vic Feldspar: Opening those gyms wasn't just my dream, it was your mother's dream, too. Fitness was her life, and it was her dying wish for you to embrace a life of health and vitality.
Craig: Why didn't you ever tell me that?
Vic Feldspar: Because I kept thinking if I pushed you enough, eventually you'd turn yourself around. But, apparently to you, I'm an annoyance, not an inspiration.
Craig: No, you're-
Vic Feldspar: It doesn't really matter. Your mom's in heaven now, crying at the waste you made of your life. I know you don't want to run those gyms to please me, but you might want to consider doing it for your mother.
Craig: Do those jumpsuits come in extra large?
Vic Feldspar: I waited all my life to hear those words.