[dream sequence:]
George Sr.: So, how's my granddaughter doing?
Georgie: Amazing. Walking, talking. [chuckles] She tried to eat a pickle the other day. You should have seen the faces she was making.
George Sr.: You ate a tub of Vaseline once.
Georgie: Why'd I do that?
George Sr.: Hungry? Dumb? Who could say? Why aren't you at work?
Georgie: I'm sick.
George Sr.: Well, la-dee-da. Aren't you the delicate flower? When I was 19, I didn't take sick days. 'Course, I was in Vietnam.
Georgie: Really? You didn't get sick days in the Army?
George Sr.: Nah, that's for them mama's boys in the Navy.