[aside to camera:]
Jay: I remember the day I gave Mitchell his first taste of beer. He winced and carried on like someone was digging a bullet out of his leg. I couldn't take that moment away from Phil.
[flashback:]
Jay: Hang on. Wait a second. Let me see that. No, this beer's skunked. It's no good. Damn fridge must be on the fritz again.
Luke: Aw, man. Really?
Jay: Sorry, buddy. It's probably time to call your dad anyway, right?