Hal: Oh, yeah. Motorcycle trip.
Francis: At first I thought you were just saying it to shut me up.
[flashback:]
Young Francis: You're just saying this to shut me up.
Hal: No, son, this is a promise. On the day of your 21st birthday, I swear by all that is holy, you and I will go on a father-son motorcycle trip, so help me God.
Young Francis: How are you going to get Mom to let you?
Francis: I swear on my life, Francis, nothing will stop this. This is the holiest, most sacred promise between a father and a son. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can ever undo this promise!
[present:]
Hal: Boy, I sure liked to nail things down, didn't I?
Francis: Oh, yeah. It's going to be great.
Hal: Wait, wasn't there...?
[flashback:]
Hal: This is sealed in blood. Do you hear me, son? Sealed in blood.
[present:]
Hal: Oh, crap.