In a few years, this might all feel like nothing more than a bad dream.

Would you just, for once, stop working me?

What are you talking about?

Can you just, uh, stop working me for, like, ten seconds straight?

Huh? Stop jerking me around?

Jesse, I am not working you.

Yes. Yes, you are.

All right? Just drop the whole concerned dad thing And tell me the truth.

I mean, you're-- you're acting like me leaving town is-- is all about me and turning over a new leaf, but it's really-- it's really about you.

I mean, you need me gone, 'cause your dickhead brother-in-law is never gonna let up.