Lyndon Boyle: Why am I back here? Like I told you, it was a typical night.
Jake: Right. Cousin kissing circle, everyone gets burped after dinner... Normal stuff. But let's talk about what happened after the burping, shall we?
Lyndon Boyle: What are you getting at? What exactly do you think happened that night?
Jake: I'm so glad you asked. I think Pappy called you into his study and told you he was cutting you out of his will. Tempers flared. Voices were raised.
Lyndon Boyle: What?
Jake: You were furious you wouldn't be inheriting the farm.
Lyndon Boyle: I don't even want the farm. I've always been more of a city boy. I live in Poughkeepsie.
Jake: Well, I guess that settles it. [chuckles] Except you didn't say I love you.
Lyndon Boyle: Excuse me?
Jake: When you left, you said "good night." You didn't say "I love you." Now, you may be a black sheep, but you're still a Boyle.
And a Boyle always says "I love you."
Lyndon Boyle: Not always.
Jake: Look around you. It's written everywhere.
Lyndon Boyle: Okay, fine. We were fighting. But not over the will. Pappy was mad at me for missing that Zoom call this summer.
Charles: I mean honestly, Lyndon, what did you expect would happen?
Lyndon Boyle: He said I was a disgrace to the Boyle name. So I didn't say "I love you." I just stormed out to the shed. I went to get the Grandmother Dough.
Jake: The Grandmother Dough?