- How's your ankle?

- It's cold.

- I'm sorry I hurt you.

- No. No, don't be. I...I could have just as easily hurt you.

- Well, it's cute that you think that.

- Listen, Cam, I...I can't always be the bad cop here. I...I know it's my issue,but she can't grow up with one huggy, happy, cuddly dad...andone frowny, lesson-teachy dad. Because guess which one she's gonna ask to walk her down the aisle.

- Uh...Y...Okay, you know what? I can be the bad cop sometimes.I'll always make her eat her vegetables.