[Dirk reaches over into a pile of his scrap metal. He holds a fragment up to her.

And then he begins bringing it down to size for the perfect dog nametag. Wiz is getting that nametag.]

I'm glad you understand the position that we're in. If Dave is taking on the responsibility of living up to Roxy's wildest parenting dreams, will you be indulging your old man in his whims for hat-shirt wearing progeny?