Louie2010

Uncle Excelsior:
When I was a boy, I had a horse given to me by my father, your abuelo. And when I went away to school, I gave that horse to your father to care for. And in three months, he let my horse die.

Louie:
[hesitantly] Yeah, so...

Uncle Excelsior:
Louie, let me ask you something [he lifts his middle finger] . When a man has intercourse with a prostitute and he covers his organ [mimes covering his finger] with protection, so that he won't catch her wretchedness, he is acting in the name of his family so that he won't take it home to his wife. Hm?

Louie:
[nonplussed] That's-that's a question?

Uncle Excelsior:
But! Between a father and a son [he mimes uncovering his finger] there can be no separation, no boundary. A father calls, a son answers; a father *beckons*, a son comes! [brandishes his middle finger] This is for life, Louie: for life!