What's the matter? You can't sleep?

No, no, I'm just going over some of my answers from the polygraph test your dad gave me.

Oh, no, he didn't.

Yeah, he did.

Well, did you lie to him?

No! I mean-- Well, he asked me if we were living together, and-

What'd you tell him?

I-I-I-- Nothing. Your mother walked in... and I yanked the little thingies off before I had to answer. Is this how you'd react if I told you he shoved bamboo shoots up my fingernails? Or does he hook all your boyfriends up to his little machine?

Well, he doesn't need a machine. He's a human lie detector.

What?

Greg, my father was never in the rare flower business. That was just his cover. He was in the C.I.A. for 30 years.

How could you not tell me this?

I wanted to, honey, but it was strictly...on a need-to-know basis.

So, what? He's in the C.I.A.? He was a spy? He is a spy?

No, he was more like a psychological profiler. They used him to interrogate suspected double agents in the company.

Oh, that's great. Yeah. I was scared of your dad back when I thought he was a florist. It's wonderful to know that I've actually got a C.I.A. spy-hunter on my ass.