XNik: The hell we gonna do with him?
Alain: Wait it out.
Nik: We can't wait it out. The damn shoulder's gettin' worse, not better, and the worse it is the less he'll deal --
Junie: I got her! An' I paid for the taxi 'stead a stealin' just like you said --
Nik: 'Wait it out?' You sneaky bastard.
Alain: You done good, Junie. Mama. thanks for comin'.
Iris: Like I ever say no to you. Ah, come give your mere a kiss.
Alain: Murdoch's upstairs, if --
Iris: Now, Alain, don't you got someone else to give a kiss to?
Alain: ... oh. I didn't know you'd bring her.
Iris: What was I gonna do, tie her in the back yard? Go on.
Alain: Uh. Sophie. Hi.
Sophie: 'lo, Papa.
Alain: Are you, um, bein' good for you grandmere?
Sophie: Oui, Papa.
Alain: Doin' good in school, all that?
Sophie: I'm four. I don't gotta do school yet.
Alain: Oh, right. Well, when you do go, pay attention. Don't end up like me.
Sophie: Yes, Papa.
Alain: ...
Sophie: Can I see Unca Aris now?
Alain: Sure! He's upstairs.
Sophie: Unca Aris Unca Aris --
Alain: What?!
Iris: I didn't beat you enough as a child.