Adam: Whoa, wha...
Pop-Pop: Look, I don't want to be here any more than you do, so spackle away.
Adam: It's great to see you, Pop-Pop.
Pop-Pop: Oh, cut the crap. So what did you do to get saddled with foot duty?
Adam: I got in trouble for lying about a poker game, and my mom shut it down.
Pop-Pop: Poker, huh? You know, I used to run a weekly game here with the fellas.
Adam: You had a poker game? Also, you had fellas?
Pop-Pop: Eh, more like suckers I'd hustle. [chuckles] Hey, do me a favor... open that closet over there. [Adam opens the door] Well, why don't ya have your game here?
Adam: [gasps] Are you serious?
Pop-Pop: Hey, look, I'm bored and I'm broke, huh? I'd never miss a chance to fleece a buncha dumb kids.
Adam: Those seem like all the wrong reasons, but it would solve a minor social problem, so hell yeah!
Pop-Pop: Relax, it's just a game. We're not kissing nurses in Times Square. Huh? Back to the foot.