Deena: Poor Lloyd.
George: I know. Completely bonkers!
Deena: Sorry I can't be so flip about this kind of thing. You know, after what happened to Pop?
George: Pop? What happened to Pop?
Deena: I thought you heard. He had a nervous breakdown last year. That's why I'm taking care of him.
Pop: [lifts head from under the hood of the car] Oh, I tell you, they don't build them like this any more.
George: He, uh, he doesn't have the auto shop anymore?
Deena: Uh, no, it was too much for him.
George: Um, I, I gotta go.
Deena: What?
George: I just remembered, I gotta be someplace. That's enough. Pop. Pop, put down the wrench, Pop.