Ethan: Hey Buddy, how are my boys?
Francis: I’m starving…famished…look at me, I’m fading away! Hello! Hello! Can you see me! I’m still here! Anyone!
Ethan: Francis, you’re so fat, you couldn’t pull yourself up into the litter box, so you pooped in the floor.
Francis: I don’t know anything about that. When is second breakfast?
Simon: Hey dad!
Ethan: Hey man, we need to talk.
Ethan: Listen, you remember when Garf died?
Simon: Yup yup.
Ethan: Well, I told you the truth then, and I want to tell you the truth now.
Oh boy, Sometimes… moms and dads love each other…but they just need time apart and it’s not a failure or your fault. It just is, like when Garf died, it’s a different kind of ending and beginning.
Simon: You mean, like when Francis punches me in the face and then hides for a while?
Ethan: I mean, without the punching, yes…
Simon: Or like when the pizza man doesn’t come around for a while even though I look out the window and hope really hard?
Ethan: Yes, I guess.
But we both still love you very very much no matter what happens.
Simon: Ok dad. Hey I got you a camera for Christmas!
Ethan: this is your toy…and it’s broke…
Simon: I may have practiced too hard.
Ethan: Hey, thanks for being my best friend.
Simon: Murray Chrissmus! Sweater buddies!