This Is Us (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 8 - 18,615 - full transcript

Previously on This Is Us...

I came here for my brother.

I was hoping to take him back with me.

You should've left me to rot!

Join my campaign.

You swear this is not a pity job?

I wouldn't dare offer you a pity job.

- Hey, I'm Randall.
- Uh, Jesse.

Nice to meet you, Jesse.

Did William ever mention a Jesse?

Dad, Grandpa's gay.



Or at least bi.

There's no Jack here. It's Pilgrim Rick.

I want every Thanksgiving

to be like this for the rest of my life.

Can I help you with anything?

Maybe you could have asked me
that question

before I started cutting the onions.

No, because then you'd
have me cutting the onions.

Yeah.

This is probably our last Thanksgiving

with the kids all living here.

Yeah, well, with how much they've been

at each other's throats,
maybe that's a good thing.

- Whoa, Bec.
- Hmm?



Are you opening up a pie shop
that I don't know about?

I know, I kind of overdid it, huh?

Do you think we made a mistake
by not giving the kids

some big, extended family Thanksgiving?

No, come on. Our families are terrible.

But Miguel's coming over.

He's pretty much extended family.

I know, and I feel like
a traitor for having him over.

- Bec, you're not a traitor.
- His ex is my best friend,

and he's coming for Thanksgiving.

That's best friend treason.

Bec, it's the man's first
Thanksgiving since the divorce.

And with Shelly taking the kids
to Connecticut for her family,

he would be alone otherwise.

Well, maybe he wouldn't be alone

if he'd fought a little harder
to save his marriage.

That is Shelly's side of things.

I didn't know we were taking sides.

Well, do you want to take sides?

I don't want to take sides.

- I don't want to have a fight.
- I don't want to take sides, either.

What is that?

Uh... sounds like laughter.

- From our moody teenagers?
- It couldn't be.

- Shall we investigate?
- Shall we ever.

Don't make it complicated.

- What's so funny?
- Randall's college essay.

- It's not that funny.
- Okay, then go ahead.

- Read them the question.
- No.

- Read it.
- Come on.

- Come on.
- So the question is,

"So far, what person has
most impacted your life?"

And he doesn't want to go

with the firefighter
who found him on the steps.

- But the question is flawed.
- No, no, no.

The question is an underhanded softball

- that you should clobber.
- Clobber, Randall.

- It's so easy.
- Right?

The whole premise
of the question is wrong.

No one person can
have the greatest impact

- on your life.
- Oh, my... Blah, blah, blah.

Can someone please tell him
that he's overthinking this?

Hey, your brother's gonna
make the right decision.

What do you think?

The fireman's a layup.

Oh! There you go.

- He said it himself.
- Oh...

- Come on.
- Kev, ball.

- Bah.
- Interception!

Not inside...

- Whoa!
- I don't want to play.

I'm not playing!

Touchdown!

Doorbell. Doorbell.

Hey, Kev, you want to get that?

- Oh!
- Oh!

How long does it take them
to go to the store

and get cranberry sauce?
I called an hour ago, Shelly.

Shelly, I just want to say
happy Thanksgiving to our kids.

Shelly, don't hang up on...

She hung up on me.

Hey.

Hey. Happy Thanksgiving.

I brought a pie.

I'm gonna go put it in the kitchen.

Yeah, okay.

So, the person who's made
the biggest impact on your life?

- Yeah.
- Ooh, that fireman who found you.

- No. No. I'm not...
- Colleges love that kind of stuff.

- I'm not doing that...
- Hello.

Uh, can somebody grab
the Pilgrim Rick hat, please?

Wow. You guys still do that stuff?

Sure do, pal. Family tradition.

- That we've outgrown.
- Oh, come on.

Aw, I still like when Dad
does Pilgrim Rick.

Thank you, Katie girl.

Yeah, and it covers all the grays.

- Oh!
- Whoa!

Ooh, do you need some ice for that burn?

I thought this was a
Thanksgiving dinner.

I didn't realize it was a roast.

Hey, a little bit of both.

- Yeah, okay, sure.
- Here, you might need the...

You knock it off with that...

Excuse me a second.

Don't take sides.

Hey. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You know, I get the stress
of who gets the house,

and the alimony and all that crap,

but turning the kids against me?

Your kids can't be turned
against you, Miguel.

Okay? They love you.

Come on, Jack. Just say it like it is.

We both know that I wasn't there

for Andy and Amber
like I should've been.

Work always came first,
and now I'm paying the price.

Okay, fine.

You could have... you could've
been a more present father.

You know? But you wanted
to provide for your family.

I've never seen anyone work
as hard as you.

You know, I remember, I remember
when you made upper management.

I remember how proud of you I was.

You were gonna be doing
the big deals with the big boys.

And then you figured out
that the big deals

were done on a golf course.

And so what did you do?

You bought some clubs, you got lessons.

You would go to the range
after work and hit balls...

Instead of going home
and having a family dinner.

...until a Puerto Rican kid

who'd never been to business school,

who-who'd never set foot
on a golf course,

let alone played on one, joins
his boss's Saturday foursome,

and he becomes country club
champion four years in a row.

You got to take that fight,

and you need to show your kids
that you are still their father.

You hear me?

Yeah.

You don't want to be 65 years
old and not know your grandkids.

Man, what's a guy got to do
to get some turkey around here?

Hey, have you heard from Jae-won?

Hmm?

About moving today's soup kitchen visit

from the church to the rec center.

Not yet. What about it?

- Can you rinse and repeat, baby?
- I'm sorry.

Ah...

- I have not heard from Jae-won.
- Okay.

I hope he's on board with me
changing the venue.

I'm not sure he likes me
working on the campaign.

What? That's crazy.

You've had, like, 300 stupendous ideas

since joining my campaign.

The fish-fry fundraiser,

pushing for the town hall debate
next week.

Plus, you look smoking even
when you're dressing down

for a soup kitchen.

Okay. You're right.

I'm crushing being your field director.

You are.

Mm.

- Mm-mm.
- Mm?

- Huh?
- Hustle now.

- Yes.
- Okay? I'll meet you downstairs.

Toby and Kate will be here any minute.

You sure they're up to cooking
while we're out?

I mean, Kate's all IVF'd up,

and Toby's just getting
back on his feet.

I quadruple-checked.

They are excited
to be in charge this year.

Mom?

Yeah?

- I don't feel good.
- Hmm.

No fever. Go lie down, okay?

I'll tell Aunt Kate to
keep an eye on you.

Okay.

Happy Thanksgiving.

- Happy Thanksgiving.
- Happy Thanksgiving.

The cavalry is here!

All right. What do we got here?

- Hey-oh.
- Hi.

How's my sis feeling with her
little turducken in the oven?

- Pretty good.
- Yeah?

Yeah. The morning sickness
isn't too bad,

and Toby's been coming through
with the back rubs.

Yeah. My fingers are basically
tension assassins.

- Give me some of that. Uh.
- Oh, you know what?

Tess isn't feeling well.

Is it okay with you guys
if she stays here with you?

Yeah, that'd be good practice for us

for when we have
a little sicko of our own.

- Are you sure?
- If this is too much for you, Tobe...

Because we can make another
arrangement, right?

Look, guys, guys, guys, guys.
Hey, this... it's great.

We'll watch Tess. This is gonna be fine.

Look, my comeback is about
small victories, all right?

And helping Kate cook
a 15-pound Butterball

using Snoop and Martha's recipe

will be a small but meaningful victory.

All right, then.

Hey, girls, let's hit the road!

So, if anything happens,

just give us a call.
We'll be back by 4:00.

- Yep.
- Okay.

Yeah? All right. Let's hit it.

Hey, Annie, why is there
a gigantic teddy bear

sitting at the dining room table?

It's a secret.

A secret? It's creepy is what it is.

- All right, have fun...
- Have fun.

...at the homeless shelter.

Be right with you, folks.

Hello, little ladies.

Don't you guys look beautiful?
Uh, you want to go

help them over there? Yeah.

Explain to me how this
is better than Linwood Baptist.

Well, we just felt like,
uh, the athletic center

represents a broader sample of the 12th.

Did we? Because, you know,
at this very moment,

Sol Brown is handing out turkeys
over at Linwood Baptist,

the biggest Thanksgiving
soup kitchen in the city,

which gets photographed
every year by The Inquirer,

The Telegraph,
The Philadelphia Tribune...

Please stop saying newspapers at me.

We-we don't need a photo op, you know?

Randall wants to connect
with the people.

He doesn't want to look
like the guy who drove in

to hold a ladle
and get his picture taken.

- We just want...
- I need to go to the bathroom.

Oh...

To not be continued.

- Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

Have we landed on a job title
for your wife?

Yeah, field director. She'll
spread my message, coordinate...

I'm aware what a field director
does, since I usually hire them.

Randall, has your wife
ever worked on a campaign?

Because I think she needs to understand

- that there's a system here.
- Hey, Jae-won.

You've done an amazing job.

All right? You joining my campaign

has been divine intervention.

But Beth is my wife, and she's for real

and it's not open for discussion.

Well, this is fun.

Here you go. Happy Thanksgiving to you.

They're raising my rent again.

- They want me to move out.
- Of course they do.

Landlords want higher income
earners to move in.

Happy Thanksgiving to you,
young man. Okay.

Don't be shy. This is a growing girl.

Deja, you're giving too many.

The man said only one cookie a person.

Well, the man doesn't get it.

- Man..
- What?

None of my messages
are getting through to Kate.

Mm. This reception sucks.

We should put that on our platform:

fix cell phone service in Philly.

Happy Thanksgiving.

No, no. Wait, wait, hold up.

Great news. I convinced a photographer

from Linwood Baptist to come
here and take some pictures.

Best of both worlds, baby.

- Oh, dude, that's great.
- Yeah.

That's-that's great, right?

I'm sorry, guys. I just...
I don't think it's a good idea.

People came here to have
a nice meal with their families,

and most of them don't want
to be photographed

getting a handout. You know,
Randall's whole strategy...

You know, his strategy
is to get more votes

than he currently has, Beth.

Guys, stop.

All right, I'm sorry, Jae-won.

- I-I called in a favor, man.
- I know,

and I'm sorry, but you should've
run it by us first.

No, actually, no...

because I'm the campaign manager and
what I'm supposed to do is get...

- Jae-won, please.
- No, no.

- Randall, you're making a mistake.
- What do you want me to do, man?

I don't care if it's a mistake,

she's my wife.

- Yeah, um, happy Thanksgiving.
- To you and yours as well, man. Hey...

Oh, man.

Yeah...

Ooh, a terrier!
Dad, could we go play with it?

- Yeah, let's go say hi.
- Oh, yay!

Hey, Randall.

Yeah.

I'm just curious.

Of my 300 ideas over the past few weeks,

how many of them
did you really think were...

What's the word you used?

- Stupendous.
- Or...

how many times were you just
trying to make me feel good

because you thought
your recently-fired wife

needed a win?

Beth...

Oh, man. That's what I thought.

Actually, it's not what I thought,

you know, which really sucks.

- Hey.
- Oh, God.

- What is it?
- Oh, man. We got to get home.

- Come on, girls. Let's go.
- Come on.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

How we feeling?

We felt better shoveling crap
back at my base.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Got about a week more to get
that junk out of your system.

Roger that, Sarge. Glad to hear
you got a new mission.

G.I.!

The boy cut his foot
on the wire last week.

Then the wire is doing its job.

Supply chopper's bringing a hot turkey.

Me and some of the guys are gonna have

a sit-down Thanksgiving dinner.

You're welcome to join us.

That is, if you can leave
your sunny-ass disposition here.

♪ In the chilly hours and minutes ♪

♪ Of uncertainty ♪

♪ I want to be in the warm... ♪

My dad's smoked turkey, the best.

You'd smoke anything, Murph.

♪ To feel you all around me... ♪

- Who you writing?
- Robinson.

Figured he'd, uh,

he'd want to know about
all the fun that he's missing.

Hey, uh, what's the deal
with your brother, Sarge?

Hmm?

♪ When sundown ♪

♪ Pales the sky... ♪

He's fine. Just misses home.

He ain't fine. He's a medic.

He shovels guts back into body cavities.

Meanwhile, you all treat us
like the field goal kicker

till you take a bullet
and want morphine.

Then we're your best friend.

♪ Would be the sweetest thing ♪

♪ T'would make me sing ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch ♪

♪ The wind ♪

♪ Diddy Di Dee ♪

♪ Dee diddy diddy... ♪

Miss, can I...?

Heavy.

♪ When rain has hung
the leave with tears ♪

♪ I want you near to kill ♪

♪ My fears ♪

♪ To help me to leave all my blues ♪

♪ Behind ♪

♪ For... ♪

Hey.

You haven't been catching any fish.

No, no fish. I-I brought food.

Food. Thuc...

Food. Food.

Your boy, is he-he okay? He's okay?

Can I see him?

Can I see him?

Okay.

Ahh!

- Nicky, wake up. Come on.
- What?

Hustle up, let's go.

Come on.

He's burning up. His foot's infected.

I'm not gonna save a kid's life

just so he can grow up one day
and zap Americans.

Clean and dress the wound.

No.

Clean and bandage the wound.
That is an order.

He's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be okay,
but this is gonna hurt, okay?

It's gonna sting, ouch.

It's okay, it's okay.

Okay in there, Sarge?

Yeah! We're doing good.

Ah.

He's just a kid, Nicky.

You need to wake the hell up.

This ville is nothing but women

and kids and old men.

My first CO here was a guy

named Captain Greg Minetto.

"Bones," we called him.

We were pulling security
outside Da Nang,

and I'm brand new in-country,

virgin, scared to death.

Sometimes the guys got on my ass.

I mean, I couldn't stick on
a damn Band-Aid without shaking.

But one time, Bones got fed up with
them always ragging on me, so...

he grabs a big chicken from the ville,

and bam,

chops off its head with his Ka-Bar.

And the chicken's flapping
around without a head,

blood gushing,

and Bones takes the chicken
and he tosses it to me.

There I am, with a bloody,
flapping chicken,

and Bones says to the guys,
"Pretend that chicken's you.

"Pretend you're the one flapping around,

"screaming for a medic,
bullets still flying.

"You best hope Nicky doesn't mind

trying to save your sorry ass,
because Nicky's all you got."

And after that, the guys
showed me a little respect.

I mean, how could you not love Bones?

And the villagers
loved him, too, you know?

The old ladies, they did
his laundry, brought him food.

There was this one.

No teeth, but always smiling.

She cut his hair and talked to him

and he would nod like he understood.

One night, the VC got through the wire,

tossed a satchel charge into his bunker

and turned Cap into a big sloppy
bowl of chicken fricassee.

They targeted Bones and no one else.

The old lady with no teeth
told her VC brother

where he could find him.

You can be nice to them
all you want, Jack.

But they're not just women and children.

You here all week?

That's the plan. You?

Um, hard to say.

- William.
- Jesse.

- Please, don't, uh...
- Ah.

...let me stop you...

Jesse?

Technically, cocaine is my problem,

not, uh, sparkling rosé, so...

- Come on.
- Where are we going?

You need something besides
cheap wine in your stomach.

Come on.

All right.

I was a bond trader in London.

The job was all-consuming
and put strains

on an already complicated

and mismatched marriage.

Cocaine helped me keep pace
with the workload

until the workload couldn't
keep pace with my addiction.

I lost everything.

Moved to the States.

I lived with my sister
for a while in Chicago,

and then I came to Philly,
where I worked

front of house in a restaurant
because my accent

- classed the place up.
- Accent classed the place up.

Yeah, I was at that meeting.

Let's hear the true story.

Okay, fine.

You're... an inexplicably pleasant man

worthy of the truth.

I started using cocaine
in the late '70s.

I-I liked cocaine.

I... That's not true.

I liked Manchester United.
I love cocaine.

Half my paycheck went to the stuff,

until I learned that...

smoking crack cocaine was cheaper.

Also, I was never a bond trader.

But one thing I said is true:

my marriage to Anissa was...

a complicated mismatch,

and I do have a sister in Chicago.

I... I don't know why
Thanksgiving depresses me.

It's not my holiday.

In fact, isn't it to celebrate you

for defeating us in your independence?

No. It was not.

Anyway, I was invited
to my sister's house,

but the people there
will ask me how I'm doing,

and... I'm in no mood to spin lies

about the joys of being sober.

You stay sober,
you won't have to lie about it.

Look, tonight a bunch of us
sober musicians

are getting together.
On the holidays we like to play,

uh, mostly to keep us from
getting into trouble.

You're welcome to come.

Good Lord.

Listening to jazz sober sounds awful.

What can I bring?

Just yourself. We need the audience.

So, what needs to start first?

The cranberry sauce. You are in charge.

- This is not a can.
- Right.

I'm making cranberry sauce from scratch?

Isn't that kind of a high-stakes duty?

Well, Randall has a recipe binder.

Recipe binder, okay.

Randall's recipes.

Okay. Of course, color-coded,

uh, with an entire section for confit.

And he's marked our page for us.

"Cranberry sauce with mint."

Randall's recipe for cranberry
sauce has, like, 30 ingredients,

including "fresh mint from my garden."

- Randall has an herb garden?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, come here.
What is happening? Come here.

Oh, okay, look. Randall is
the perfect embodiment

of the perfect man.
He's basically your dad,

- and I'm...
- Toby.

Hey, me and you?

We got this.

We can...

We're gonna be great hosts.

Okay? And we're gonna be great parents.

And today, we're gonna prove it.

- Yeah. You're right.
- Okay? So let's do us.

- Okay. Do us.
- Me and you.

All right, KaToby on three?

One, two, KaToby.

Tess, I got something for you.

Oh. Oh.

Ah! What, what, what?

Hey. Uh, Tess needs your help.

Why? Is she okay?

Yeah, fine. She just has...
she has two boxes of... things

that, uh, a-a young woman might
need every full moon-ish.

- Oh. Ugh.
- Yeah.

I think this might be her first period.

Yeah, yeah. She looked confused.

Hey.

Is everything okay?

I'm fine, just leave me alone.

I will, I just...

Is this your first one?

Yes.

Did you call your mom?

They didn't answer.

I tried calling them, like, five times.

I texted them, though.

I'm sure she'll call soon.

Is there anything I can help with?

Yeah.

Do you want to come down and help us?

I'm never leaving this room.

I'm too embarrassed to see Toby.

- Oh...
- Wait, embarrassed?

Hey. Tess, you have nothing
to be embarrassed about.

And this is coming from a woman who had

the most embarrassing first period ever.

So, when I was around your age,

we were staying at a beach house
with Miguel's family

and I was sharing a room with Amber,

Miguel's daughter, who I worshiped.

I mean, she taught me
how to put on mascara.

So, I was asleep when it happened.

So I stripped the bed, and then
I'm tip-toeing down the hall,

and who do I run into?
Her older brother Andy.

Who was a lifeguard.

And of course, here I am
with this wadded-up bedding,

and he just says, "Oh, what,
did you wet the bed, Pearson?"

N-Now, if I say yes, everybody
at school is gonna think

that I'm a bed-wetter at the age of 12.

So what do I say? I say, "No, actually,

"I just had my period and I need
a tampon. Do you have one?"

He didn't know what to say.

So, he's like stammering
and he tries to laugh if off,

but then he just, like, pushes past me.

So, uh, needless to say, we've
never talked about it since.

Anyway, I got you beat.

- Yeah, definitely.
- Yeah.

Anyhow, I know you have a mom,
but if there's anything

you ever want to talk to me
about, anytime...

I mean, pretty soon,
you're gonna have...

Your first kiss.

And your first boyfriend.

Or girlfriend.

Or girlfriend.

Yeah, or girlfriend.

St. George came upon the ruins...

of the Rollins house and slept
on the cold sooted stones

of the fireplace hearth.

He awoke the next morning with...

Uh, I'm sorry, I...

The last I heard, St. George
was lost in the brambles.

Did I... did I miss something?

Yes, 'cause you're not listening.

I think your mind is already
at your daughter's house.

- No.
- Yeah.

- No, no, it's not.
- Yes, it is.

I thought that you were excited

that Amber had moved to Scarsdale.

I mean, we've only seen
our grandson, what,

twice since they adopted him?

I am excited.

Well, in 6.5 miles,
you better act like it.

It's just...

I feel like a pity invite.

- What?
- Yeah.

I mean, the only reason
that we were asked to come over

is because Shelly
is gonna be spending it

with her husband's family.

I'm sorry that you're missing
Thanksgiving for this.

We're still gonna make it
back to Randall's

in time for dessert.

And besides,
I'm very much looking forward

to spending some time with your kids.

It's gonna be a good day.

Luke, you're supposed to eat turkey

for Thanksgiving, not Cheerios.

Oh, honey.

Don't be scared; That's your grandpa.

Nah, it's okay; I have the same reaction

every morning when I look in the mirror.

Oh, I, uh, read that Beckwith
and Hightower are merging.

Is that a good thing for you, Amber?

I haven't been with Hightower
for over a year, Dad.

Geez, Dad.

Somebody hasn't been reading
Amber's Christmas newsletter.

No, I do. I mean, we do.

It's very entertaining, by the way.

Thanks, Rebecca.

We haven't, uh, seen
Kevin's new movie, yet.

Hmm.

It's actually... it's quite good.

I've heard mixed.

Yeah? I think it's, um,

at a 94% on Rotten Tomatoes; it's a site

- that Kevin taught me about.
- Come on, you're killing me!

Cowboys scored, Connor.

Sorry, we have Washington
and the points.

No, it's okay.

Uh, we're a big football family,
actually, so I understand.

Hmm.

This vegan stuffing is delicious, Amber.

Well, thanks, Dad.

What about you, Luke, do you
like your mother's stuffing?

Do you like the vegan stuffing?

Do any of these side dishes
have nuts in them?

I get a little allergic.

Uh, yes, actually,
the sweet potato casserole

- has some slivered almonds.
- Ah...

I-I didn't know, I'm so sorry.

- I didn't, I didn't know.
- First you steal my father

from my mother,
and now you're trying to kill

my brother-in-law.

Sorry, too soon?

No, no. Not too soon, actually.

You know, after your mother and I split,

I promised my best friend
and myself that I would fight

to keep you kids in my life.

And for a long time, I tried.

I called every day,
I sent Christmas gifts.

I tried to plan things.

And I was lucky if I got
an e-mail back from you.

So after a while...

Well, I gave up.

Well, you have
the Pearsons now, at least.

Yes. Yes, I do.

In heartbreak,
ten years after her husband

and my best friend died,
and your mother had remarried...

...Rebecca and I found each other.

And we filled a hole
in each other's lives.

Now, you don't have to be happy for us,

but we're not gonna apologize
for being together.

So take all the shots
at me that you want to,

leave me out of the family vacations,

leave me out of the inside jokes,

but the one time a decade
that you see Rebecca,

you show my wife some respect.

Does anyone know the score
of the football game?

It's 21 to 7.

Don't tell Mom and Dad
about... you know.

I won't, but Tess...

your parents are going
to love you no matter what.

So you should tell them.

Hey, Babe.

- What is this?
- Uh...

This is what happens when you leave me

by myself to handle Thanksgiving dinner.

The trouble started when the
cranberry sauce boiled over,

it exploded all over me,
and then the trouble ended

when I went to baste the turkey,
then dropped the turkey,

then stepped onto, nay, into the turkey.

So I had to improvise.

You know what this is?

A disaster.

No.

This is, like, Jack Pearson-level magic.

Blasphemy.

- Take it, you take it back.
- I will not.

I will not.

How's Tess?

She's... she's fine.

I think I did okay.

So although I have great respect

for your university, I find the premise

of your question to be flawed.

No one person has had the
greatest impact on my life.

No one person can be my MVP,
my most valuable person.

Oof.

Shh. Hush. Go on, honey.

A British anthropologist named

Robin Dunbar wrote we meet approximately

three new people a day.

That's 1,095 people a year.

I'm 17, which means I've met

18,615 people so far, so how
I'm I supposed to pick

the most impactful one out of 18,000?

Good morning Vietnam!

Sorry.

- I can't stop doing that.
- He really can't.

Now you might say, "Randall,

most of these people
are essentially strangers."

Happy Thanksgiving.

But...

everyone starts off as an
essential stranger, right?

I hope you like pecan pie.

I do.

Um, relax, William.

She's my cousin.

I'm cool.

- Hello?
- Hey!

Grandpa!

Hey! Hello.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving to you!

How're you doing, Grandpa?

- Good. You?
- I'm great.

I was left at a fire station
by my birth father,

and then I was found
by a fireman who took me

to a hospital, where a doctor
showed me to my father,

who showed me to my mother.

♪ Well, I've been running...

My story is unique, and I feel like

it's like that for everyone.

Strangers can be
your most impactful people.

Acquaintances can be
your most impactful people.

Family can be the most impactful.

And that's why I can't pick the person

who's had the greatest impact on my life

and why I think your question is flawed.

But if you insist on me answering,

if it's the only way I can gain entrance

to your storied university...

I choose the fireman.

Okay.

Wow. Beautiful.

You're in, son.