Harlan: You're telling me the minister next door is only twenty-five? Who is he to give me life advice? Seriously? The priest at our church growing up, he used to tell stories of working in 'Nam. He would parachute out of airplanes and then deliver last rites to people on the front lines. And if I were there, I'd be like, c'mon man. Fucking do something useful. Pick up a gun. Shoot something. You're telling me you took up precious space in the plane for this? I could've had a bro instead who's helping. C'mon, do something. Anyway, I can respect that. That priest can tell me what to do.