Pops: I know what you're doing, kiddo.
Adam: I'm not doing anything.
Pops: You're conning your mother into writing a paper for you.
Adam: Oh. Yeah, I'm doing that. But it's fine. She wants to spend time with her son, and I want not to write a paper. It's win-win.
Pops: The honorable Sandra Day O'Connor would be appalled that you would even consider this.
Adam: You seem to know a lot about her. Why don't you stick around and help your daughter write her paper?
Pops: Eh, you're all ferkokte. I deserve a pickle.