Grams: Well, you're a cute little Chinese thing.
Cameron: Actually, Gram, she's, uh, from Vietnam, and her name's Lily.
Lily: Dad, how long do we have to stay down here?
Grams: "Dad"?
Cameron: Okay, well, I guess there's no way around this.
Mitchell: Ac- [southern Accent] Actually, ma'am she's my kin.
Grams: So, you got a Chinese wife, Bud?
Mitchell: No, I-I-I went to Vietnam, and I did myself some adopting, and now I'm raising her all by my lonesome.
Grams: Well, I never thought I'd live long enough to see that.
Barb: None of us did.
Grams: But I guess there's nothing more important than family, mo matter how they come.
Mitchell: Well, that is mighty open-minded of you. Some folks 'round these parts don't share that progressive - I say progressive - sensibility.
Grams: To each his own. But I do wish I had another little one like that to spoil.