Randall: You just don't get it. Jack: What don't I get? Randall: What you said before. You felt uncomfortable on a golf course and I probably wouldn't have been allowed on it. Jack: Son, I'm sorry. That was a stupid thing to say. When I look at you, I don't see color. I just see my son. Randall: Then you don't see me, Dad.
Life feels like Pac-Man sometimes, I guess. It's the same game all over again. Same board. Same ghosts. Sometimes, you get a bunch of cherries but eventually and inevitably, those ghosts catch up with you.