Adam: Pops, I'm busy. I'm in high school. I got a girlfriend. I'm making a movie on World War II.
Pops: World War II? Why didn't you say so? That's my war. Let me help.
Adam: Guess I could interview you and get some cool stories.
Pops: You want stories? I got stories. Did I ever tell you about my crazy friend Boxy in basic training?
Adam: Ooh, this is good. Was he a boxer?
Pops: No. We called him Boxy 'cause his family owned a box factory. He tripped over a table in the mess hall, hurt his foot, was sent home, became an orthodontist.