"Are you fucking high? Is this some sort of metaphor for my failings as a parent? Am... Am I sure I don't see him? Yes I'm pretty sure I don't see a naked man named Jimmy running around my backyard. Why would his name be Jimmy, anyways?"

"He's right there."

"HOLY SHIT, WE'RE LOOKING IN THE SAME DIRECTION. JIMMY IS DEFINITELY NOT HERE RIGHT NOW... Alright... That's the last time I let you smoke angel dust with me."