Then you don't see me, Dad.
Randall: You just don't get it.
Jack: What don't I get?
Randall: What you said before. You felt uncomfortable on a golf course and I probably wouldn't have been allowed on it.
Jack: Son, I'm sorry. That was a stupid thing to say. When I look at you, I don't see color. I just see my son.
Randall: Then you don't see me, Dad.