FIENE

"Dad, for the last time, I don't need any whiskey. I'm like, THIRTEEN."
"Nunsense my boy, whiz'ky iz one of the nine major food groups!"

Rocky and Eloi share one of those nice bonding, father-son moments. Over the phone. Quite possibly on New Year's Eve.

In case you're wondering what they are doing with the hands you can't see, Rocky is pouring himself another whiskey, and Eloi is baking a casserole.