Mitchell: I just want you to know I get why you're upset, okay? That- That day you got the hole-in-one, it meant a lot to you. And I I marred it. But it meant a lot to me, too. We had a steak dinner, you gave me my first beer, and, uh, it was one of the greatest days we ever spent together. And it wasn't about some meaningless hole-in-one, it was about us.
Jay: No. It was about a hole-in-one.
Mitchell: Yes. Yes. A-a little bit, maybe. But mostly, it was about how we bonded.
Jay: I thought I hit a ball straight from the tee really, really far into a tiny hole.
Mitchell: Okay. Well, when will I learn?
Jay: And it wasn't your first beer, anyway.
Mitchell: Yes, it was, dad, but I wouldn't expect you to remember.
Jay: It was your 14th birthday. You asked me for a sip of mine. Your mom yelled at you in front of all your friends, said you were just a baby. You ran outside in tears, which, unfortunately, supported your mom's argument. Anyway, I came out with a couple of beers. We drank 'em on the porch watching the storm clouds coming in.