Roger Peralta: What the hell is my father doing here?
Jake: You said you wanted to reconcile.
Roger Peralta: I meant after he was dead. I planned on standing over his grave and yelling, "I forgive you."
Jake: Well, you may get the chance sooner than you think. He keeps trailing off and staring into space.
Roger Peralta: [scoffs] That's his old trick. Whenever he doesn't want to talk about something, he does that. The old bastard.