Joel and Kate lie in bed. >> You have to reach out to her. >> Joel. I have. I do. I'm not going to force her. >> Not "force" but— >> It's her life; she's entitled to live it her way. >> Yeah, when she's 20. Right now, she's a child [She's not a child.] and you're her parent. >> She's not a child. She's becoming an adult and that's a turbulent process. Teenagers experiment with music and attitudes and coffee and socialism and, sometimes, hating their parents. She's allowed. I don't take it personally. >> Maybe I could talk to her. Not because I'm 'cooler' than you or anything [Definitely are not.], but bec—hey! But just because then it doesn't come from you. >> And tell her what? >> That she's hurting your feelings. >> She's allowed. >> She's allowed? >> She'll try things, see the consequences, home in on who she really wants to be. Portia's not unaware of how she's treating me-and if she doesn't want to interact, fine. We won't. She'll learn how that plays out. And when she realizes she doesn't like the consequences, I'll be here. Without resentment. >> I think you're either overly optimistic or overly pessimistic. >> Then on average, I'm right. >> ...No, that's not what I—