Kevin wants to go.
How did you go through those quarters so fast?
Another kid took Kevin's money. Shut up!
What kid? Never mind. Never mind. Can we just go?
It was that kid. Never mind!
That kid? That kid's not bigger than you. Go back and get your money!
Dad, let me handle it, okay?
Kevin, do you want me to help you get your money back?
No, can we just go? I wanna go!
Okay. "Okay"?
Now, that's a little kid. Justin can beat up that kid!
Shut up, Dad. Will you just shut up?
KEVIN: (CRYING) Oh, no!
What's the matter? I lost my retainer!
Where?
Shh. Honey. It's okay.
I put my retainer on the table.
Just relax. Kevin, it's okay, honey.
WOMAN: It's his retainer. He lost his retainer.
It's all right, sweetheart. Come on, sweetie. We'll find it.
(GIL GROANS IN DISGUST)
Oh, God!
Here, let me. Where are the kids?
Your folks are driving them home.
They'll wait with them at our house.
Oh, that's just what Kevin needs, time alone with my dad.
Yuck!
Let's just go.
Gil, they're $200.
If you dropped $200 in here, you'd look, right?
(RESIGNEDLY) Yeah.
Let's face it. He's getting worse.
He has his good days, and he has his bad days.
Why is he so high-strung? He's like a poodle.
Everything's blown out of proportion.
Where does he get this obsessive behavior?
I wish I knew.
They're gonna put him in special ed.
Gil, what did you think?
That you'd dress up like a cowboy and coach Little League,
and Kevin would be fine?
No.
I mean, no, I didn't.
Yeah. Yeah, okay, I did.
Well, honey, you were really kidding yourself.
(SCOFFS)
You know, when your kid is born, it can still be perfect.
You haven't made any mistakes yet.
And then they grow up to be like...
Like me.