"All right, well, your mom has shit taste in men." He pauses a moment, then adds, "You could very well be a loser for all I know, but someone who truly loved your mother wouldn't insult her son like that."

Caspar knows a thing or two about dysfunctional families. Impatiently, he gestures for Peter's hand. "I'm getting tired of staring down at you, let me at least get you into a chair. What does dad think of you, huh? That's the only variable that matters here."