And I know you're a good father, so, tell me,

what would you do?

You got that kind of money?

I got it,

but it's gonna hurt.

I wanted to retire next year. This'll put that off for a while,

a long while.

I never should've had four.

You know, when you were two years old,

we thought you had polio.

You know about that?

Yeah, Mom once said something. Yeah, well,

for a week, we didn't know.

I hated you for that.

What? I did.

I did. I hated having to go through that.

The caring, the worrying, the pain,

that's not for me.

You know, it's not like that all ends

when you're 18 or 21 or 41 or 61.

It never, never ends.

It's like your Aunt Edna's ass.

It goes on forever, and it's just as frightening.

It's true.

There is no end zone.

You never cross the goal line, spike the ball and do your touchdown dance.

Never.

I'm 64,

Larry, 27,

and he's still my son,

like Kevin is your son.

Do you think I want him to get hurt?

He's my son.

Come on.

Oh, I'm all right. I'll figure it out.

Hey.

Who's to say who's a shitty father?

Kevin's in therapy.

We got called to school last year because Taylor was kissing all the boys.

Justin keeps ramming things with his head.

My career is in the shithouse.

You worry too much.

You always did.