Charmaine: Oh. I need to tell you something.
Winston: No, no, just... let me go first. This job has given me so much. Purpose, pride, my future wife, CPR certification-- against my will, I might add, because I truly believe that it is witchcraft, but that's not the point. I have tried so many things. But being a cop is the first time I've ever felt a calling.
Charmaine: I'm proud of you. Yeah. I-I will deal with my fears. Um... but there's one more thing. [pulls out a police badge]
Winston: Oh, my God. Mom, you've been a cop this whole time?
Charmaine: No!
Winston: You're not a cop.
Charmaine: It was your dad's. He's a cop. Wherever the hell he is.
Winston: Wow. Um... You know, that's the first thing you ever told me about him.
Charmaine: So you know I got a lot of practice worrying about someone coming home. Maybe that's the reason I'm so overprotective with you. He left this behind, among other things. I just use it to get out of tickets. And one time I did use it for a discount on a... a rental car. Take it.
Winston: No, I don't want it. You're my dad. You're my mom and my dad.
Charmaine: I know that. And I'm not saying he's not a piece of crap, either. But you should have this.