Eric: Well, this is it. Just have to make it past Mom's farewell ambush, and then off to Africa.
Red: Actually, Eric, I wanted to talk to you first. I don't know if you know this, but I've been looking forward to you getting out of the house for a long time.
Eric: Yeah. I believe your exact words were, "It will be more glorious than D-day."
Red: Yeah. Well, you're my son, and I'm your father, so... Here.
Eric: That's your pocketknife from Korea. You said if I ever touched that, I'd meet the same fate as hundreds of other godless commies.
Red: Well, I want you to take it to Africa with you.
Eric: Really? Wow, Dad, that means a lot.
Red: And, Son, I want you to know that I'm gonna miss you, and I love you, and have a good trip.
Eric: Wait a second. What did you just say?
Red: I said have a good trip.
Eric: No, before that.
Red: You heard me.
Eric: Wow, this feels like one of those moments when, you know, normal people would hug. [they hug] Thank you, Dad. So, really, any last-minute advice?
Red: Uh, yeah. You lose that knife, don't come home.