Mike: Dad.
Big Mike: Son.
Mike: They told me at the desk you broke your hip three weeks ago. Why the hell didn't you call me?
Big Mike: Do you fix hips?
Mike: I live 15 minutes away. You don't think I want to know when my dad goes into the hospital?
Big Mike: Oh, you got your own concerns. I was fine. I-I dragged myself on my belly from the yard into the house, knocked the telephone onto the floor, and dialed with my face. [chuckles]