Lily: So, we're having, like, a ceremony tonight?
Cameron: Yes, sweetie.
Lily: But don't we have Grandpa's?
Mitchell: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Cameron: Well, you know what? We're always looking for a credible reason to leave early.
Mitchell: So, what are we supposed to say? "No. No dessert for us. We got to get home. We got to bury the 25 year-old ashes of a Brunswick King sow."
Cameron: Wow. Nice attitude. It's almost like you want Pig Moon John to fill your hunting boot with coal.