[last lines; Quill is having breakfast with his grandfather he reunited with]
I mean, if she needs help mowing her lawn, I'll do it, but I kinda feel like her son should help. He's gonna sit on the porch and watch me do it. Like he's a 45-year-old man, able-bodied, and I'm mowing his lawn. It just feels weird.
Jason Quill
Don't get me started.
Oh, really? Now I kind of want to know.
