August: Whoa, beautiful flowers.
Tommy: Oh, thanks, I arranged them.
August: Really? You did a great job.
Tommy: Ah-ah, don't touch. You don't want to over-bunch the vase. Each flower has to be allowed to have its own moment.
August: Oh, yeah, moment. Uh, my uncle Wally owns a flower shop in Florida. His roommate Jasper helps him run it.
Tommy: So, you think he'll pass it down to his kids?
August: No, I think the legacy stopped right there in South Beach.