“I’m not bargaining with you. You’re eighty. Why are you spiking eggnog anyway?” “Because Jazzy keeps singing and narrating her entire life, your dad thinks he’s dying, your mom is yelling at everyone, and your sister keeps ringing some little fucking bell she’s bought like she’s some kind of old British aristocrat and has an army of servants to wait on her hand and foot.” Well. It was a little hard to argue with that. As far as reasoning went, he had a pretty solid little monologue.
