Hey, there are the little roustabouts. You look like you patched things pretty good, huh? Yeah. Oh, we can learn so much from the children. Bet it seems kind of silly now what you were even fighting about, huh? I made fun of his accent. What accent? I made fun of him for having the same thing for lunch every day. Eegh! I made fun of him because his mom used to dig coal. What? He said you were a coal digger. Okey. I think we can move on. Who said I was a coal digger? That's what my mom told me. What's a coal digger? Sweetheart, he heard it wrong. It's "gold digger". I'm gonna have to call you back. I really do not think that I remember ever saying that. Well, you said in the car. You said it at Christmas. You said it in the Mexican restaurant- Okay, Mr."Leaves His Sweashirts at School Every Day".. Suddenly Remembers Everything. Thank you. And it was all in my head, huh? Oh, listen. Gloria, it was... like, a year ago, before I knew you. Nice going. Now my mom and my sister are fighting. If I say something that everybody else is thinking, does that make me a mean person? Or does it make me a brave person? One who is courageous enough to stand up and- and say something... Behind someone's back to... a 10-year-old.