Uncle Frank: You got any friends, Andy? Andrew: No. Uncle Frank: Oh, why's that? Andrew: I don't know, I just never really saw the use. Uncle Frank: Well, who are you going to play with otherwise? Lennon and McCartney, they were school buddies, am I right? Andrew: Charlie Parker didn't know anybody 'til Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head. Uncle Frank: So that's your idea of success, huh? Andrew: I think being the greatest musician of the 20th century is anybody's idea of success. Jim: Dying broke and drunk and full of heroin at the age of 34 is not exactly my idea of success. Andrew: I'd rather die drunk, broke at 34 and have people at a dinner table talk about me than live to be rich and sober at 90 and nobody remembered who I was. Uncle Frank: Ah, but your friends will remember you, that's the point. Andrew: None of us were friends with Charlie Parker. *That's* the point. Uncle Frank: Travis and Dustin? They have plenty of friends and plenty of purpose. Andrew: I'm sure they'll make great school board presidents someday. Dustin: Oh, that's what this is all about? You think you're better than us? Andrew: You catch on quick. Are you in Model UN? Travis: I got a reply for you, Andrew. You think Carleton football's a joke? Come play with us. Andrew: Four words you will never hear from the NFL. Aunt Emma: Who wants dessert?