I was already fine with it. Here's the deal -- Claire messed up. She owed me. This never happens. Old Phil has a golden ticket. Now, I could have cashed that in right away for something small -- get out of cleaning the garage, a week at circus camp. Oh, still fresh. Yeah. But the longer you hold onto it, the more the guilt builds, the more you get. 5 years -- trip to Paris with my buddies. 10 years -- sweet, little convertible. 20 years -- hello, fully articulating, five-function robot. That can read my mind and has feelings. Phil, you're not leaving without saying goodbye, are you? Hey, Elaine. Is this your husband? Uh-huh. Goodbye, Paris. I'm visiting my sister and he was entertaining us all afternoon with his card tricks. Oh. Is that Phil? Hey. Hey, mom, Phil's leaving. Without a hug? Wow. Goodbye, fully articulating five-function robot with the ability to -- goodbye. Brittany, hurry, honey. Phil's leaving. Oh, you're fine.