John: That's not the glow of a blushing bride. Beth: Oh, Dad. The blush was fucked out of me years ago. John: Jesus. Baby, I love our man to man talks, but we need to set some goddamned boundaries here. I can't unhear that, honey. Beth: Well, it was a metaphor. Sorta.
Rip: I'm gettin' married. Lloyd: Yeah, I been wonderin' what's up with you lately. Rip: I need a best man. Lloyd: Kayce's her brother, fixin' to be yours. You should ask him. Rip: Mmm. Probably so. But I ain't. I'm askin' you.