Adult Adam: [v.o.] It was Thanksgiving week, 1980-something, and Pop-Pop dropped by our house early with a surprising plus-one.
Adam: I'm sorry, ma'am. You must have found him wandering aimlessly in the street. We'll take it from here.
Barry: Your blood sugar must be tanking, Pop-Pop. You're at your son's house! The war is long over!
Pop-Pop: This is not some random lady. This is my special friend, Joyce.
Joyce: It's so nice to meet you both.
Adam: Hold on. There's something wrong with your face, Pop-Pop. Why is your frown curling upward?
Barry: Your eyes don't have their characteristic hollowness, and they're blue? You have blue eyes?
Pop-Pop: What color did you think they were?
Barry: I know this isn't a color, but "angry"?