Jay: [to the tree] Hey, Dede, it's me, Jay. Just wondering how you're doing.
Mitchell: Dad?
Jay: Uh, it's Saturday here.
Jerry: You're not leaving a voicemail. From the heart.
Jay: Yeah. What I wanted to say is I could've handled a lot of things better in our relationship. Mm. I guess I wasn't a very good partner. I dug in a lot. I never thought of things from your point of view. I guess I always needed to get my own way. Anyway, you were a good woman, and we had some fun times, especially in the sack. Never had a problem there.
Jerry: Careful. That's my wife you're talking to.
Jay: Oh, sorry, Jerr, yeah. Okay. I hope you grow up into a nice, big tree, a-and I hope you don't get any of those beetles that are killing everything. And when you settle in in a little while, maybe I'll bring Joe over and he can climb you. Amen.