Race Announcer: [v.o.] And they're off. [indistinct shouting] Pop Goes The Weasel... is off to an early lead.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] In that most excellent moment, we knew we were in the right place.
Race Announcer: [v.o.] Pulling way ahead, it's a Cinderella story.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Maybe Pops was looking down on us.
Race Announcer: [v.o.] Pop Goes The Weasel is about to... [horse neighs, thud] Oh! [crowd groans] Adult Adam: [v.o.] Or not.
Race Announcer: [v.o.] He's on the ground. His legs are not in a natural position.
Adam: That looked bad.
Erica: Why are they putting up a sheet?
Barry: Now a forklift is coming out? [forklift bleeping] Is this really the time to move some crates?
Beverly: This doesn't feel like the kind of place I want to spread my father's ashes.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] So the track was a bust.
Adam: Why is everyone taking their hats off?
Barry: Just get out of here.