“After dropping Brandi off at the airport to go back to her skeevy boyfriend—with a ticket I paid for, no less, only to find her hours later with her head in Raff’s lap, no less—an idea has formed, a realization if you will. I don’t know, anyway, here it is: My family will be the death of me. And I don’t mean that in a ‘You kids will rue the day’ kind of way. No, I’m talking about knocking on heaven’s door, charge the beach at Normandy, shuffle off that mortal coil, deceased. But the real epiphany is I have absolutely no say in the matter. I wonder why I’m not more upset.”
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In Plain Sight, S01E11