Bingo Caller: Good news from the cancer doctor. Your tumor is B-9.
Beverly: Murray, wake up! You won Bingo!
Murray: [wakes up] Bingo! [laughs] Oh, wow! Wow!
Pop-Pop: Attaboy! That's my son!
Beverly: Ben, I can't thank you enough. This cut-rate maritime bus ride has been the best Hanukkah gift ever. Murray's having the time of his life!
Pop-Pop: Well, I'm glad to hear that. I need him in a good mood.
Beverly: Right? 'Cause what dad doesn't want his son to be happy?
Pop-Pop: Yeah.
Beverly: Oh, no. Please don't tell me this generous gift is just a facade for some other, cynical agenda.
Pop-Pop: Of course not! I do need a little loan, though.
Beverly: [sighs] How little?
Pop-Pop: Few grand. Plus the cost of this trip.