Adam: And cut! I think we got it.
Pop-Pop: Got it? I haven't stabbed any horny kids yet.
Adam: But you have killed my spirit. That's a wrap on Pop-Pop.
Pop-Pop: Really? I'm here. I'm wearing this thing that smells like your brother.
Adam: No offense, Pop-Pop, it's just...
Pop-Pop: It's not the same as doing it with your other grandpa. I get it.
Adam: I'm sorry.
Pop-Pop: Ah, don't be. Everybody loved that guy. A little too smiley for my taste, but you do you.
Adam: Thank you for understanding.
Pop-Pop: Well, thanks for understanding you're gonna drive me home.