Gavin P. Miller: Morning, Harold.
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.