Kendall: Is it real, Frank?
Frank: I don't know.
Kendall: My dad wanted me to take over.
Frank: Well, sometimes, you know that. He did. Sometimes.
Kendall: He made me hate him, and he died. I feel like he didn't like me. I disappointed him.
Frank: Oh. No. Come on. We think these grand horror things at times like these. These ice shelves are going to come at us in the night and take our heads off. It's not true. He was an old bastard, and he loved you. He loved you.
Kendall: Ya think?
Frank: I think so.
Kendall: If I get them in behind me, will you follow?
Frank: Ken, you've got stuff cookin'. You seem so well. Do you really want back in?