Vince: You know what? With all due respect, I grew up a block from where this script takes place, in a shitty little apartment with five brothers and sisters and a psychotically drunk father. I am this part.
Scott: Yes, but you know that even the truth sometimes seems fake, right?
Eric: Sorry about the son comment.
Scott: Oh, don't worry about that. You know, he still might be my son yet. I can adopt him, I just can't marry him. Great country, right?