George

She was a delicate flower.

Joe

Why didn't you just read the book?

George

Well, as I say, the pink-eye made my vision...quite blurry... (Joe's daughter comes to the door.)

Joe

Remy, this is George. Would you mind if he watched Breakfast At Tiffany's with us? (George smiles at Remy. Remy looks at Joe doubtfully.)

Carl

Hi.