Winston: Jess, is he not my dad?
Van Bishop: Is he not my son?
Jess: Before I answer that, I want you guys to know I had an accomplice in this, and her name is Google.
Winston: Maybe I'm a little confused here. I called you "Dad," you called me "son" for hours. I sat on your lap. [whispers] We ate pistachios together.
Van Bishop: I love pistachios. She told me that you were my son, and I believed her. I mean, you could be. The '80s were a blur. And I toured the country in a Van Morrison cover band.
Jess: You did? Did you play the Portland Rec Center?
Van Bishop: Oh, maybe. [laughs] It was a wild time back then. [chuckles, sighs] [sings] Hide behind a rainbow wall Slipping and sliding all along The waterfall with you
Winston: My brown-eyed girl
Van Bishop: You are my
Both: Brown-eyed girl