Mike: Are you sleeping down here?
Big Mike: What are you, a cop?
Mike: What's going on, Dad? How long you been like this?
Big Mike: Oh, a couple of weeks. I... I don't know, a month. I don't write everything down in some kind of lady diary.
Mike: Did you see a doctor?
Big Mike: Oh, pfft.
Mike: Look, Dad, this is nuts. Clearly, you can't drive. How you getting to the grocery? Why didn't you call me? Or Rusty. Or me.
Big Mike: I don't need a grocery. I got these gumballs. Eh. [gumball machine clicking] When I run out... [eats gumball] I'll let you know.