It wasn't Ibsen. That's your takeaway. That your son's TV show wasn't Ibsen. I'm sorry. Did you need a compliment? That's... Oh, I love the part where you got your head caught in the banister. Yeah. Oh, and what's this letter I have? It's from the government saying, I'm proud of you. Are you? Oh, no. No, actually what I'm holding is nothing. Excuse me, can you check on our drinks? I would love some gin right now. I wouldn't drink anything out of an open container. This town is full of aid. Well, that's not a question. You're a clown. You know that. And you've always been a wonderful pillar of support. Gin, please, is there gin coming? No, I'm here, aren't I? I suffered through that ordeal. You know, the man sitting next to me was wearing a t-shirt, a t-shirt, Bojack, in the theater. Yes, a t-shirt. That is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone in a theater. The t-shirt told me to just do it. Here you go. I don't know to what it, the t-shirt, referred, but I will not be spoken to in that town by an article of clothing. But, God, triple-sec, looking for any alcohol. You don't know how lucky you are to have me. I hope you die before I do, so you never have to know what it's like to lose a mother. Well, as long as one of us dies, that's good enough for me. Can we please get some alcohol into my mouth? The past is past. That's why it's called the past. Tomorrow is an opportunity. You can be big and proud and bang on your Tom Tom drum. Or you can get in your boat and row. Tom or row. Tomorrow.