Adult Adam: [v.o.] It was January 27, 1980-something, and I was devouring the sci-fi classic Cocoon, the totally believable story of nursing-home residents who are reinvigorated by an alien fountain of youth. Good thing my Pops didn't need that. Or so I thought.
Pops: Well, that was confusing. You wanna hit the deli, get a cheese blintz, and sort out what happened?
Adam: What happened is you slept through one of the greatest movies ever.
Pops: Is it my fault it's dark and smells like butter?
Adam: You brought a pillow.
Pops: I shoulda brought a blanket, too. It's colder than a toilet seat at midnight in there.
Adam: As fun as it is to think about your moonlit bathroom adventures, you need to see it again.
Pops: I saw enough.
Adam: Doesn't matter. All the elderly friskiness has given me an idea. Let's dance our way home while checking out ladies that are age-inappropriate for both of us.
Pops: Better idea. I go home and sleep off this movie nap.