Jamie: LA's so nice.
Dylan: And everyone's so genuine and level-headed.
Jamie: Thanks for this. You're good peeps.
Dylan: You're the good peeps, dude. You haven't met my family. You don't know what you're in for.
Dylan: You know these planes pretty much land themselves?
Jamie: Nobody cares. You sound like an asshole.
Dylan: She's from New York.
Jamie: I'm sorry. Wow. This looks normal.
Dylan: It is.
Jamie: Thank you. Wow, you grew up here?
Dylan: It was my grandfather's. He bought it when there was nothing else here. My dad and my sister and her son live here now.
Jamie: Why would you move to New York?
Dylan: I was conned by some headhunter.
Sammy: You're here.
Sammy: Hey, Uncle Dylan. What's up, buddy?
Sammy: How are you?
Dylan: Jamie, this is my nephew, Sam the Magnificent.
Sammy: May I offer you a light for your cigarette?
Jamie: I'm sorry, I don't smoke.
Dylan: Just pretend. He's a magician.
Jamie: Of course I'll have a cigarette. Smoking is great for you. Wow. Thank you, good sir.
Sammy: My pleasure, my lady.
Dylan: Oh, my God. I got it, I got it. Sammy. I got it, I got it. Just stay still. I got it, I got it.
Annie: Sammy! Are you okay?
Sammy: All part of the illusion.
Dylan: Jet Skis later?
Dylan: Still into magic, huh?
Annie: Yep. But I'll take that over him sexting his friends any day. Dilbert!
Dylan: Banannie. Jamie, this is my sister, Annie.
Jamie: Thank you for having me.
Annie: Oh, please. It's nice to have Dylan bring a girl home.
Jamie: We're just friends.
Annie: Oh, no, I know. If you were his girlfriend, he never would've brought you here. This one has intimacy issues.
Jamie: I know.
Dad: Dylan. Oh, man. How you doing, buddy?
Dylan: I'm good. I miss you guys, but I'm good.
Dad: Dede Spencer? Dede Spencer?
Jamie: Jamie. Dylan's friend.
Dad: I'm sorry. I...
Jamie: That's okay.
Dad: No, for a minute you reminded me of a girl I used to know.
Jamie: No, that's okay. It happens.
Dad: Nice to meet you.
Jamie: Pleasure meeting you. You have a beautiful house.
Dad: Thank you. Pool's a little cold, but it's very expensive to heat, so...I think I'm gonna goin and check the tide tables 'cause I'm gonna take the boat out early in the morning. You should come.
Jamie: I would love to.
Annie: We sold the boat. The doctor doesn't want you driving the boat any more.
Dad: Turning to mush. It's good to see you, buddy. Nice to meet you.
Jamie: It was nice meeting you, too.
Dad: Jamie. See?
Dylan: What's with the pants?
Annie: He doesn't like them any more. He's getting worse. It's so good to have you here. Go show her the beach.
Dylan: Let me show you the beach. Come on.
Annie: Go, get sandy. Get all messed up. Okay.
Jamie: Dylan never told me about your dad.
Annie: Yeah, it's been tough on him. They were real close. Dylan doesn't quite know how to deal with the Alzheimer's.
Jamie: I'm sorry.
Annie: He'll be his regular old self and everything seems fine, and then just in a flash, he's gone. That's Dylan when he was nine.
Jamie: Are those braids?
Annie: He was going through a Kris Kross phase. Remember them?
Jamie: Is that your mom?
Annie: No, that's Dylan's speech therapist. He had a stutter. It got real bad when he was nervous.
Jamie: He had a rough childhood.
Annie: His math tutor called it "character-building."
Jamie: Math tutor?
Annie: No, we're talking, like, 8 times 6 equals 1,200. But he's very visual, thank God.
Jamie: Can you please explain to me this photo?
Annie: That is my 12th-birthday surprise party. Amazing moment.
Dylan: Hey. I'm exhausted. I'm gonna go to bed. Jamie, you all good with your room?
Jamie: Yeah. No, it's perfect. Thank you. Thank you for everything.
Dylan: Sammy and I built a saw-a-girl-in-half box, so just be careful on your way to bed.
Annie: He's not using a real saw, is he?
Dylan: Of course he is. He's magnificent. I'll make sure he brushes his teeth, and you, don't believe anything she says. She's a liar.
Annie: He's a pretty special guy.
Jamie: Yeah, I think so.