- [first lines]
- Gavin P. Miller: Morning, Harold.
- Harold: Morning.
- Katrina: God. Harold, you look terrible.
- Harold: My neck went out. I'll be fine.
- Skyler Dayton: You poor thing. What happened?
- Harold: Ach, got together with some of my college chums from the old M.I.T. gymnastics team. I did my famous scissor kick dismount and didn't stick my landing.
- Skyler Dayton: Seriously?
- Harold: Oh, of course not! I'm sixty-seven years old and I sneezed!
- Gavin P. Miller: So what happened?
- Stuart Miller: We sort of, uh... di-i... did it.
- Gavin P. Miller: What!
- Stuart Miller: It just happened.
- Gavin P. Miller: Oh, my God!
- Stuart Miller: Then it happened two more times. It was like I was a teenager again. Except I wasn't alone.