Charisse has always had a mind of her own. When she was about a year and a half, she decided not to wear diapers anymore. Remember that?
John.
She started having accidents around the house 'cause she didn't have it down yet. We'd have little piles--
Dad, you just had to go there, didn't you?
This is family. We're talking the old days.
It's cool. I'm actually learning something here.
Really? You know what's interesting? You never learned to take off your hat at the dinner table. Isn't your head getting hot? Mine's hot just looking at you in that hat.
Sixteen! Just think. In two years you'll be out of this house and on your way to college.
One year, ten months, sixteen days.
You know what? Berkeley's a really close college. You could live at home, save money.
That's a good idea. But I've already reserved a U-Haul for the day I graduated high school.
Oh. You reserved a U-Haul already?
Uh, Dad? Someone to see you.
Yo, step outside.
Thank you, sweetie. Excuse me, darling.
Bye, Dad Love you.
I love you too. Excuse me, Eric.
Hey, hey, yo. Yo, down here. Okay.
What do you want?
First, let me say the beaver sends birthday greetings to your lovely daughter.
Really? That's very nice. Tell the beaver he's starting to get on my nerves.
Why are you getting bent out of shape? He only wants a moment of your time.
What if I say no?
I don't think you want to go down that road, my favorite best friend.
Go and tell the beaver, 8:00, my office, tomorrow.
Oh, the beaver don't travel for nobody. He knows you're a busy man, and he will remember this, but this is truly a life-or-death situation.
All right, shut up, listen. My car, 7:00 a.m. All right?
Hey, this is good news. The beaver likes good news.
Thank you.
Jimmy, get the car.





