Michael
[Michael is trying to sleep in a hammock with other men farting perpetually]
Talk about your wind instruments. Oh! [man farts in his face; disgusted] Oh, ease up on the fruit, for God's sakes. [Spots Mimi Siku walking] Mitsubishi!
Michael
Hi, uh, Mimi Siku. I'm Michael Cromwell. Patricia-- Oh, um, Paliku tells me that, um... that I-I'm-- I'm your father. That's a nice pot you have. [Mimi Siku speaks Pinare] Do you understand any English? [Mimi Siku strokes cheek in a gesture] Well, Patricia, or Paliku, wanted me to say something paternal to you. And I gotta admit that this isn't easy for me. I don't have any regrets. Well, I have regrets. But then again, ♪ Too few to mention. ♪ Ha! [Mimi Siku then walks over to a Pinare girl giving her a pot]

