You just dunno. I think he's getting by on the seat of his pants, you know? Living off the kindness of strangers. He likes us. He liked Marisol I guess. He's walking a tightrope. Twenty-one doesn't mean he's got it together. Fuck. What'd you know then?

[It's an age that Freddy is closer to than the old man for one. Even though they're bullshitting as much as can be this is a very interesting line of conversation.]