William: Roll all the windows down, Randall, crank up the music, grow out that fro. Let someone else make your bed.

Randall: I like makin' my damn bed, old man.

William: Then you make it. You deserve it. You deserve the beautiful life you made. You deserve everything, Randall. My beautiful boy. My son. I haven't had a happy life. Bad breaks. Bad choices. A life of almosts and could haves. Some would call it sad, but I don't, cause the two best things in my life were the person in the very beginning and the person at the very end and that's a pretty good thing to be able to say, I think.