MSS: Really? Even the stuff on the walls? I mean, it all seems so final. It’s like there’s no turning back.
FGG: Well it is final, stupid! She’s getting married. She’s off to start a home of her own. Isn’t that what you planned all along? You, with your big talk of raising your kids to be independent, self confident adults, able to take care of themselves. Didn’t you realize that this is what that leads to?
MSS: Well, yeah. But it’s much easier to deal with as a concept than as a reality.
FGG: Sheesh. What do you want? Your kids to live with you until they are 30?
MSS: No… I never thought so. But now that I think about it can’t we just have her husband move in here. We could be sort of like an extended family. Lots of cultures do that you know.
FGG: Quit your sniveling. You have a wedding to put on. You make me sick.