Owen: You disappoint me, kid. You're late. You planning on making a habit of this?
Duncan: What?
Owen: You're fired!
Duncan: But I just...
Owen: [sticks out his hand] You make a valid point. Welcome back. With benefits.
Duncan: How long have you been working there?
Owen: Oh, the park? Um, I've always been there. Ever since I was a small Cambodian child. Of course, that was after 'Nam. I was in the shit. Then I joined the circus to become a clown fighter. I know about 46 ways to kill a clown. I hate clowns. I'm kidding except for the part where I really do hate them.
Owen: [in mock seriousness] I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Duncan: What?
Owen: Yeah, you're going to have to take off. I'm getting complaints. You're having way too much fun. It's making everyone uncomfortable.
Duncan: Okay.
[walks away from picinic table where he has been sitting alone]
Owen: Hey, hey! Whoa, whoa. I'm just kidding. Wow! That wasn't even my best stuff. Are you for real? Listen, I can tell you're in complete awe of our picnic table. It is one-of-a-kind, except for the 200 other ones here that are exactly like it. There is more to the park to be seen.
Susanna: So. You're a big fan of REO Speedwagon?
Duncan: What?
Susanna: Can't Fight This Feeling?
Duncan: Oh, no. My mom must have put that on there.
Susanna: Oh. And you just got to it and thought "what the hell?" I'm going to sing the shit out of it anyway.
Duncan: I wish I could stay here forever.
Owen: You're going to love the winters. They're pretty spectacular. Painting houses until it gets too cold, bar backing at some dive, talking to inanimate objects.
Duncan: I'm serious.
Owen: Yeah, so am I. There's a whole world out there for you, Duncan. Don't settle.
Not yet.
Owen: [uncharacteristically lost for words] Well... faster conversations.
Duncan: [hugs Owen] Thank you. For everything.
Duncan: This is the only place I'm happy.
Owen: What's going on?
Duncan: I hate him.
Owen: Who?
Duncan: Trent. My mom's boyfriend. He said I was a three. He asked me what I thought I was on, a scale from one to ten. He called me a three. Who says that to somebody?
Owen: Someone who doesn't know you.
Duncan: I didn't want to have to answer! I shouldn't have to answer!
Owen: Listen to me. That's about him, man. That's all about him. It's got nothing to do with you.
Duncan: [vehemently] Yeah? How do you know?
Owen: 'Cause I know, okay? Don't worry
about how I know. My dad was the same way. That's why I don't like patterns and rules. And that's why you can't buy into that shit. You gotta go your own way. And you, my friend, are going your own way.
Owen: Throw your bike in the back.
Duncan: [politely] No. You don't have to.
Owen: [chuckling] Come on.
Duncan: Yeah?
Owen: Yeah.
Duncan: [hesitating] No, it's too much trouble.
Owen: Duncan, we've got to start having faster conversations.
Throw your bike in the back.
[Duncan starts moving pink-colored girl's bike into back of car]
Owen: I'd help you out, but I got my hands on the wheel. Giving you a ride, I think that's enough. Where did you get that? The princess collection? Hey, easy, easy! The car's just the right amount of shitty.
Trent: [in overbearing tone] What... what don't you know? How you see yourself? You don't have any opinion?
[no response from Duncan]
Trent: I'm just asking. Pick any number, scale of one to ten. Just shout it out. Just say a number.
Duncan: [reluctantly] A six.
Trent: A what?
Duncan: A six!
Trent: I think you're a three. You know why I think you're a three? You know what would make me say that?
Duncan: [morosely] No.
Trent: You don't know? You have no idea?
Duncan: No.
Trent: You've got to speak up, buddy.
Duncan: No!
Trent: Since I've been dating your mom, I don't see you putting yourself out there, bud. Meeting kids your own age. And from what your mom tells me, you just seem content to hang around her apartment. Is that a fair assessment? You're just happy not do anything? 'Cause... damn, to me that is a three.
Caitlin: Also, I need you to reorder more mats.
Owen: Did it.
Caitlin: Finish the work schedule for next week.
Owen: Did it.
Caitlin: Change all the filters.
Owen: Done.
Caitlin: You know I'm going to check all that stuff, right?
Owen: Then in that case, I didn't do any of that.
Caitlin: So I'm doing it.
Owen: It's called delegation. I read about it in a book about it.