Rufus: Seriously, though, Bobby, how come...?
Bobby: Dog with a bone, Rufus.
Rufus: No, I really want to know, man--why no kids?
Bobby: Ain't that deep. Dad was a mean drunk. I figured I'd be just like him. And, hey, look, I was right. No sense passing on the legacy.
Rufus: You're too hard on yourself. You're more of a cranky drunk.