we heard about christy, son.
we understand your disappointment, teddy. christy is a pretty, sexy, provocative, voluptuous.  we. uh. we understand your disappointment.
we own a small family grocery store.
you know what your mother means.
i think ted should take someone older, more responsible.
i remember spring break of my senior year. seems like a lifetime ago.
grandpa was so strong back then. working from the crack of dawn. so proud of his peaches.
you're way ahead of me again?
the lesson being?
i'm getting so good at this.
of course we are.
son.
they had a rough life. your father was a bouncer. your mother was, well, a two-bit stripper. there was no place for a baby.
they did do one great thing. they gave us our boy.
be a sport. how bad could spring break in los angeles be?
think of it as a rite of passage to manhood.
whatever helps you cope.
there ya go. always remember, focus on the peach.
always one step ahead of your dear old dad.
ted, it's your dad. i have a question for you. i don't know how to put it tactfully. you know i'm lousy with words.
i know they were simple people, but did this trip help your college fund at all?
well, good. every little bit helps.
we'll see you soon. have fun in.  . the land of fruits and nuts.
he said he was set for book money.
ted. of course.
of course, dumpling. its very nice of ted but.
for me? what is it?
i always wanted craftsman tools. he even got me the limited edition buckeye colors.
beats the heck out of meatloaf. although your meatloaf is second to none, love muffin.
we're grateful, ted. it's not that. those craftsman tools. they're a dream come true.
we can't start living like we're the rockerfellers or something.
we just barely have enough for your college tuition, son.
but those are our dreams, son. we have to make them come true.
ted, we put a lot of love in our business.
we love our lives just the way they are.
sorry i--
your mom said you've been ignoring your chores.
but that doesn't make you the boss of everything, son.
you ordered a winnebago?
we miss you. we miss our son.
we think you should give up the magazine. sell it. let someone else run it. whatever it takes.
watch your tone, mister.
you were always our number one son.
i will not have my boys arguing.
besides, there's no problem too deep or too shitty for us to solve.
son, it's a simple fix. the only difference between my store and that magazine of yours is a bunch of zeros. now, have i ever told you the story about the can of peaches?