LAKESIDE

GRAMMY: What the hell did you bring me out here for?

ME: You have to get out of that apartment every once in while, Grammy. Just come and dip your toes in the water. Get your feet wet.

GRAMMY: Oh, sure. Get me to the edge of this thing and then push me in.

ME: No one’s going to push you in, Grammy.

GRAMMY: (looking at Julius) I’ll bet you’d like to push me in. Wouldn’t you, boy?

(Julius nods)

GRAMMY: Well I be . . . . I think the boy’s finally coming out of his shell, Barbara. There may be hope for him yet.