Rochelle: Good morning, baby. Where's Greg? His frittata's ready.
Chris: Oh, upstairs.
Rochelle: Oh, well, I got to go, okay? So make sure you clean off the table and lock up, 'cause I got to be in early, and tell Greg I said bye.
Chris: Okay. [to a sleeping Greg] Bye.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Since Greg didn't want me to do anything, that's exactly what I did.