Adult Adam: [v.o.] And it wasn't just early-morning visits. He always found a reason to pop in.
Mr. Glascott: [in sing-song voice] Neighbor favor. Do you mind if I borrow your station wagon? My tuba won't fit into my Datsun. "You play tuba," you asked? Yes, I do. And here's a taste.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] For him, visiting hours were sunrise to sunset.
Mr. Glascott: Here's your evening paper.
Beverly: Oh, we don't get that.
Mr. Glascott: [chuckles] Oh, but I do. Grab a pen, and we can circle the yard sales we want to hit this weekend. [gasps] Ooh, a jigsaw puzzle! You start sorting. I will tackle the borders. [laughs]
Adam: Yeah, it's a kitten eating ice cream. I think I got it.
Mr. Glascott: Okay, then, I'll just sit and cheerlead. Aww, look at you! His paw is holding a spoon.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] I just remembered I hate puzzles.
Mr. Glascott: Okay, well, JG is tapping in. Oh, Adam, you know, it is customary to offer a neighbor a cup of coffee.
Adam: That doesn't sound like anything I've learned in this house.
Mr. Glascott: Black, with two sugars. And also, cream.