Mitchell: [aside to camera] Running into my dad was no accident. I wasn't the best athlete growing up, and my dad never missed an opportunity to point that out. "Nice throw, Nancy!" Nancy was our neighbor. I could never throw as well as she could. I'd pretty much given up on beating my dad at anything until Pepper dragged me to a golf course one day. Turns out I wasn't half bad. Six months' practice later, I was ready to kick my dad's ass. I knew just how I was gonna do it, too. I'd walk up to the tee all nervous, do a few clumsy practice swings, and then I'd hit that ball dead center, watch it arc through the sky, land on the green, and totally wow my dad.
[cut to Mitchell missing the ball completely:]
Jay: Wow.