Adult Adam: [v.o.] Barry had considered everything, except that this was a terrible idea.
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Pop-Pop: I'm completely alone. Every sound at night is just a burglar coming to extinguish the pain of existence.
Bill Lewis: Sure, there were some dark days after Lainey left. Dark, dark, daaaaark days. And nights, which are naturally dark.
Mr. Glascott: I currently fill my time updating "John and Bev's Adventure List." This notebook contains over 100 fun activities and vacations that you and I can go on once Adam's out of my way.
Pop-Pop: I spend my evenings at the window flinging pistachio shells at the mice I've given names to. Oh, who am I kidding? They're rats!
Bill Lewis: Never cleaned Lainey's room. She'd left a bowl of Doritos that rotted into mushy green triangles. Every once in a while, I'd eat one and I swear I can hear her laughter.
Mr. Glascott: And if you look on page 37, you'll see the Ottawa Non-Alcoholic Wine Festival.
Bill Lewis: But eventually, you get up, brush your tongue, and pretend life is okay.
Pop-Pop: Every time I fall, I say, "This is where I'm going to die."
Mr. Glascott: It's just Canadian grape juice. But the real buzz comes from the people.