Eric: Dad, I know how to shoot. Don't you remember my Taxi Driver phase? I didn't want to kill him. I missed on purpose.
Red: Well, I can respect that more than you being a crappy shot.
Eric: What?
Red: Why didn't you say so?
Eric: Why do you think?
Red: You really think I've been yelling at you for 17 years?
Eric: No. You were probably okay with me as an infant. I just can't remember.