[Michael and Mimi are at the airport in New York City and Richard has spotted them]
Michael! Michael!
[introducing Mimi to the moving walkway for the first time]
All right, we gotta get movin' here pretty-- Get on there. It's just-- It's a moving sidewalk.
Richard, what are you doing here?
I told Langston you had a reason. You do have a reason, right?
For what?
For holding on to the beans.
What beans?
The coffee beans.
You didn't sell them?
No.
I told you to sell them at 97½!
[stops in place and reels back with both hands on his head]
Oh, God, I'm dead! I'm gonna lose my house! Where will my children live?!
Richard-- Excuse me. Richard. Why didn't ya sell?
'Cause you didn't confirm, that's why!
What?!
You did not confirm.
What's coffee doin' now?
It's under 90 cents and gone limit down. [Michaels cringes in anger and stomps foot]
I asked you-- I told you to sell it at 97½, and you can't do it 'cause I didn't say "confirm"?! You're an idiot!
Look, for 15 years, Michael, you say "sell," I say "confirm!" Sell, confirm. Sell, confirm. You confirm, and I sell. You didn't confirm, so I didn't sell! [to Mimi] Look, kid, I've given to the rain forest, okay?
His name is Mimi Siku. He's my son.
What do you mean, "son"? You didn't have one when you left here three days ago.
Well, apparently, I did. He's Patricia's son. He's Patricia and my son.
