Adult Adam: [v.o.] Growing up, my dad made all sorts of sounds. There was the grunt, the grumble, the mumble, the "Ah!", and, of course, the "Bup, bup, bup!" But it was his groan that really told the story. It was the sound he made before, during, and after work. It was clear to anyone within earshot he didn't enjoy his job. Allow me to translate.
Beverly: Toast?
Murray: [groans]
Adult Adam: [v.o.] This groan meant, "Every day's the same."
Beverly: Have a good day, honey.
Murray: [groans]
Adult Adam: [v.o.] And this one meant, "Not gonna happen."
Pops: He does not have the wind at his back.
Adam: I hope I never have to work for real.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] But my dad did, at his furniture store, the Ottoman Empire, every day for the last 20 years.