You know, for gas
station sweatpants,
these aren't bad.
I beg to differ.
May I say that you have
become a very good driver?
<i>Grand Theft Auto, Dad.</i>
It's like driver's ed,
but with pimps and hos.
Well, whatever.
So, uh, have you given
any more thought
to what you want to
do after high school?
If this is the college talk,
I think we need to
both be realistic.
Hey, hey, I know
a big university is probably out
of reach for the time being,
but there's still junior colleges,
community colleges, trade schools.
Hmm, man, I'd like to
trade schools right now
'cause this one's kicking my ass.
Come on, Jake.
You know what I'm talking about.
You have to start making plans.
Did you have plans
when you were my age?
Yeah, I had big plans.
What happened to 'em?
Just drive.
My life isn't over, you know.
Okay.
What doesn't kill us
makes us stronger.
Well, then,
you must be like The Hulk.
Let me tell you something,
young man.
Chapter two of your father's
story has yet to be written.
Is chapter one "I
Crapped My Pants"?