Adam: This is about something very different... Barry.
Mr. Glascott: Ooh. Family intrigue. Dish the dirt, you sassy hen.
Adam: Okay, I guess. In the wake of my dad's passing, Barry's trying to fill his shoes... Metaphorically, of course. In reality, my dad's shoes were disgusting, as they housed his feet.
Mr. Glascott: He once stole my newspaper barefoot, so I know. And exactly what is Barry doing?
Adam: Well, for one, he keeps trying to spend time with me because he knows I miss my girlfriend.
Mr. Glascott: How dare he!
Adam: Yeah.
Mr. Glascott: Wait, that sounds surprisingly evolved. If your brother Barry, who has historically been a buffoon, is stepping up in a kind way, I say let him.