(John Sr. is drunk)
John Sr.: You know, you're always touching me, now cut it out!
Tommy: I'm trying to help 'ya.
John Sr.: I don't need you help. Careful, don't let me fall. Hold on.
Tommy: Do you want me to touch you or not?
John Sr.: I'll tell you when to touch me and when not to touch me. Now get your hands off of me. (walks a little ways) Hold on to me for Christ's sake.
Tommy: Jesus Christ!