Reese: Dad, please. The concert's Saturday night. I need a ride.
Hal: Reese, no. Your mom has to work and my car's in the shop. You'll just have to find someone else. Are my hips even? Watch my butt while I walk.
Reese: Dad, I swear to God, if you don't drive me, I will leave home forever! Or I'll never leave... whatever's worse. It's your choice, pal.