Roman: Good morning, gentlemen.
Clyde: Well, look who you callin' gentleman.
Roman: You.
Clyde: In the flesh. I guess you haven't heard the good news. I was released on parole. Yes siree, I'm a free man. No thanks to you. [to Ben] I'm sure you remember that your wife's uncle here wasn't always just a friendly neighborhood pub owner. Back when he was police commissioner, he sent his protege undercover to try to take down the business I was running.
Roman: You know what, that is correct, if you can call an illegal drug operation a business.
Clyde: I was just trying to make a livin'
Ben: All right, let's not pick any fights with Roman right now, Dad. Roman was doing his job, his job was to bust people who are breaking the law, and you were breaking the law. With that being said, my father's past is now behind him. He has paid for his crimes and he is now on the straight and narrow.
Clyde: That's right. And as soon as breakfast is over, I'm headed out to start lookin' for a job.
Roman: Heh. Good luck with that.
Clyde: By the way, Roman, what are the chances of you hiring me?
Roman: Okay... so you want me to hire you?
Clyde: Sure. I've got a lot of kitchen experience. And I see by the sign in your window you're lookin' for a short-order cook.
Roman: Yeah, you know what? I should have said 'short-order cook who didn't try to blow up the whole city.'
Clyde: Oh, man. You law and order types talk a good game when it comes to rehabilitation, but when it comes right down to it, you'd rather lock us up and throw away the key, wouldn't ya? I mean, I've done my time, I'm trying to put my life back together for Ben's sake, for his wife's sake, for my grandchild's sake. But if I can't find a job, they're gonna throw me right back in Statesville. Is that fair?