Charlie: Mitch, they're winning. What happened to your magic fingers?
Mitch: Get off my back, old man!
Eric: Dad, here.
Joanne: Team Forman wins!
Charlie: You let me down, son. I thought you were better than that.
Mitch: Oh, what are you gonna do? Lock me in the closet again? He locks me in the closet!
Charlie: It's a walk-in! It's a walk-in.
Eric: So, Dad, what do you say now?
Red: Why are you so good at that?