Georgie: I had a dream about my dad.
Connor: Oh. Was that nice?
Georgie: Not really. He was disappointed in me.
Connor: Why?
Georgie: I think 'cause I went home sick.
Connor: So?
Georgie: Well, he was in the Army, he was a football coach. Ever since I was a little kid, he's always taught me to play through the pain. Rub some dirt on it, walk it off.
Connor: What's the dirt do?
Georgie: Stops the bleeding. I don't know.