L.A. Law1986

Tommy Mullaney, Sr.:
Get yourself a cup.

A.D.A. Tommy Mullaney:
You know I don't drink anymore.

Tommy Mullaney, Sr.:
Nah, this isn't anymore. This is special. We'll toast your baby.

A.D.A. Tommy Mullaney:
Pop, I'm not gonna have a drink.

Tommy Mullaney, Sr.:
All I'm asking...

A.D.A. Tommy Mullaney:
Try and respect my... Listen!

Tommy Mullaney, Sr.:
I told you, Mullaneys! Get yourself a cup! What's the harm?

A.D.A. Tommy Mullaney:
Pop, I'm not drinking with you.

Tommy Mullaney, Sr.:
This is a request. Don't you know I'm... I'm dying?

A.D.A. Tommy Mullaney:
After 7 years of being sober, you want me to fall off the wagon out of pity?

Tommy Mullaney, Sr.:
What pity? I'm trying to celebrate.

A.D.A. Tommy Mullaney:
You trying to screw me up one last time and I won't let you.

Tommy Mullaney, Sr.:
Get out.

A.D.A. Tommy Mullaney:
Look, pop, let's talk...

Tommy Mullaney, Sr.:
I'm being nice and you spit on me. Out!

A.D.A. Tommy Mullaney:
Pop!

Tommy Mullaney, Sr.:
Get the hell outta here!

[Tommy turns and walk away. Wipe off his mouth for talking while spitting and having a fight with his alcoholic father during the argument. Tommy went to cool off his anger. Tommy Sr. takes the hiding bottle of liquor underneath his blanket, twisting, turning, opening the cap, and pours it in his cup to drink by himself without his son Tommy. Tommy is not drinking with his father. That's before he died of cardiac arrest]