Adult Adam: [v.o.] It was November 3rd, 1980-something, and while my sister's wedding day was a way's off, the events leading up to it were in full swing. At least, for the groom.
Geoff: Hi, my love. Can you spare me Saturday afternoon from who knows when to I have no idea?
Erica: I'm sure I'll survive whatever vague and loosely scheduled thing you're doing.
Geoff: It's tux shopping with the JTP. I'm gonna look like Cary Grant or that guy at the mall who plays the piano.
Erica: What's his story? How did he end up in front of a dead escalator?
Geoff: I'm okay never knowing.