Walt Miller: Are you angry at me about something, Little penis?
Nick: I have been mad at you for 30 years, Dad.
Walt Miller: 30 years?
Nick: I am not a successful adult. I don't eat vegetables and/or take care of myself. And it's because of you.
Walt Miller: Well, okay, maybe I'll take a little bit of that hit.
Nick: Look, it's not "taking a hit." It's just saying sorry.
Walt Miller: I think you look cold. I'm gonna give you my pants.
Nick: I don't want your pants.
Walt Miller: Come on, take the pants!
Nick: Dad, please don't do that.
Walt Miller: You say I do nothing for you. Let me give you my pants.
Nick: I don't want your pants! Don't do this. Please don't do this.
Walt Miller: Take my pants.
Nick: This is making it worse!