Red: Hey, you know who I like?
Eric: Nixon?
Red: Stacey, that cute, new cashier at work. You should ask her out.
Eric: Sorry, Dad. I don't like to dip my pen in the company ink.
Red: Well, I don't like you being home three Fridays in a row. Look, if you don't have the guts to talk to her... I'll pave the way.
Eric: Hey. Listen, if anyone's gonna talk to her... I'll talk to her.
Red: Well, then we know no one's gonna talk to her.
Eric: Hey, I might.
Red: You- You still like girls, don't you, son?
Eric: No, Dad, they're yucky.