Mitchell: I mean, why... why was he in such a rush to get home, you know? To... To meet his buds at O'Brien's Pub?
Claire: I don't know. It's just... Well, that is a little weird, though. It says, "To Jay Pritchett, the greatest bartender in the universe. Dean Martin. May 1, 1983." Since when was Dad a bartender?
Mitchell: Wait, and this is right after our trip.
Claire: I'm calling work wife. [dials phone]
Margaret: Hello?
Claire: Hey, Margaret, really quick... Was Dad ever a bartender?
Margaret: Gosh, who knows? I wouldn't trust this memory of mine anyway, and... [imitating static] This is a bad connec... [imitates static]
Claire: Margaret. You know, that's what a bad connection stopped sounding like when phones stopped having antennas.