Cut to a scale model of some kind of rural village, with miniature explosions going off among the thatched cottages. Jack and Max are looking on, wearing goggles. There's a model of a helicopter suspended over the village. Oh my God. They're playing "blow up the Vietnamese village." This is so fucking twisted, never mind the fact that in 1982, fifteen-year-old boys barely knew what Vietnam was. Do you think in ten years kids will be playing Abu Ghraib? Max invites Jack to drop a bomb. "No, Max. I outgrew the impulse to blow things up about two years ago. I'm just waiting for you to catch up." Max sets off a particularly large and smoky explosion, explaining "napalm." I think I'm going to be sick.
The front steps of the Berka homestead. Mr. Berka pulls up, and is met by the entire family (plus Jack) at the front door. Mrs. Berka offers to get Mr. Berka a beer, while Max and Mr. Berka toss around a football. Mr. Berka runs into the garbage cans. Mrs. Berka returns with the beer, and after he kisses her, Mr. Berka asks her, "Why are the garbage cans still here? How many times have I asked you to bring them out back?" You have exactly three guesses to figure out where this relationship is going. But if you need more than one, I'll be deeply ashamed to have known you. Jack leaves to get ready for dinner with Dad.
Jack is sitting on the steps of his house, dressed in a jacket and sweater. Jack's voice-over tells us that his dinners with Dad consist of going to some fancy restaurant and listening to Ron talk about "incredibly serious stuff, like the meaning of life, while [Jack] was worried about whether [he] was using the right fork."
Cut to Jack and Ron, sitting in some fancy candlelit restaurant. In this scene, the kid who plays Jack looks an awful lot like Stockard -- nice work, casting director. Jack does the kid thing and orders the chicken, asking for French fries instead of the scalloped potatoes. Wait, what kid in the '80s thought that scalloped potatoes were too fancy? Betty Crocker scalloped potatoes were a staple in my house. Ron blathers on about how different people love to do different kinds of things, and "that there are many different kinds of love." Fade to dessert, and Ron is still babbling on about love. Ron asks Jack what he thinks about when he thinks about love. Jack: "Nothing." Ron: "So, basically, this dinner was a waste of time?" Yes. Just like this scene.
Cut to Jack, sitting on the steps of his house on some other night, wearing some other outfit for another dinner with Dad. Fortunately, we cut right to dessert this time. Ron asks Jack if he remembers the time they went on a huge ferris wheel. Jack was about three years old. Jack busts Ron on always wanting to talk about things in the past, and asks him if they just can't focus on the present. Ron: "I was just thinking about things." Jack: "Duh." Okay, there's some hope for this kid after all.