Mitchell: Oh, my God. You will not believe what Dad just said. So, we're at the mall, right? And there's a piano there. I sit down behind it. I start-
Claire: Come on, Mitchell. He's just not wired for compliments. I'm sure your playing was great.
Mitchell: I don't play the piano. I've never taken a lesson.
Claire: Are you sure?
Mitchell: Oh, my God. My own family doesn't even know me.