Jay: Listen, it's such a nice day. Let's go outside.
Miles: Isn't your backyard nicer?
Jay: Nah. It's all pool and chairs. So, how you been, buddy?
Miles: I want to tell you everything is okay so you won't worry, but things have been real bad.
Jay: You know what might help? You pop that hat off, you get a little sun on your face.
Miles: Ooh! The sun is rough on my eyes. I cry almost every day. Pretty much, the only time I'm happy is when I clean my gun.
Jay: Yeah, life, huh? Here, give me a hug.