Fireflies in the Garden

"Jimmy: [to Michael] Gotta tell you my kids love it here. Christopher's in your old room and Leslie here is in Ryne's. [turns to Leslie] Jimmy: Say hello to your cousin. Michael: [to Leslie, when she doesn't say anything] You're short. Jimmy: [to Michael] Yeah guest room's upstairs, second door on the right, but I guess you know that because uh this is your home. Leslie: Uncle Charlie said it's our home now. Jimmy: You're right honey, it is our home now. But um, Michael grew up here so... it's his home, too. Leslie: But it's our home. Jimmy: [picks Leslie up] What do you say we go catch some more of that ball game, huh? [to Michael as he starts walking] Jimmy: If you need anything let me know. Michael: Okay. Jimmy: [stops and turns back to Michael] Hey this... this is great, you know... It's good to... Michael: Yeah you too. [Mouths to Leslie after Jimmy turns back around] Michael: It's MY home."

"Michael: [sits down near Christopher on the roof] I love what you've done with the room. [lights a cigarette] Michael: I used to come out here a lot when I was grounded. Christopher: [sniffing because he was crying] Mom told me you were always getting in trouble. Michael: She should talk. Christopher: [crossly] What's that supposed to mean? Michael: Before your mother was a mom, she was my best friend. Christopher: [sarcastically] You guys have tea parties together? Michael: Yeah, occasionally. Your mother taught me everything I shouldn't know, smartass. Christopher: Like how to write like a chick? Michael: Oh. That's funny. It's nice to see your balls finally dropped, Christopher. [looks away for a second] Michael: No, she taught me the art of fishing. Christopher: Fishing? Michael: [dragging from his cigarette] Mm-hmm. Christopher: Fishing is boring. Michael: Not the way we used to do it, it wasn't. Christopher: Whatever. Michael: You want me to show you?"