I'll bring the whiskey, you get the beer. I could use a round of shots right now. Is that okay? Do women who are almost as old as their eldest child and about to become a grandmother do shots? Emily Post is useless in this matter.
John: Oh, John. Our boys are just...they're not boys. My little man's got a wife. A wife! He was four years old last time I blinked and still needing me to kiss him goodnight. I could hold the both of them in my arms, and they'd fit right up against me. Where'd it go, honey? They don't exactly need me anymore. And I never got a chance to really be their mother at all. That just...what does Dean say? Right. It sucks.