Peggy: Wow, Sam, thanks so much for putting those dishes away.
Sam: Yeah, well, you’re going to be washing more pretty soon.

(Paige grunts in disgust in the other room.)
Peggy: I think Paige is having trouble hemming her prom dress.
Sam: What can she do?
Peggy: Should I go help her?
Sam: Whatever you want. I can’t help her.

(after the Bartonville Town Council meeting)
Sam: You’re home early.
Peggy: I left early.
Sam: Oh, were they talking about the water tower again?

Sam: Can you get this cocoa buttermilk cake recipe for my graduation?
Peggy: Sure.
Sam: What goes with cake?
Peggy: Punch goes with cake. At an open house, you have cake and punch, and some little things. I can make some little candies. Do you want punch?
Sam: Sure.

Sam: I can tell you want to learn more about midi sounds sets.
Peggy: Yes, I want to understand what you did with Sibelius.
Sam: Well, I’m telling you, Mom, it’s beyond you.

(as Paige walks into the room in her new gown)
Sam: Oh, yeah, that’s right. Paige is going to prom. (pause) She’s in sparkly blue.

(while talking via Skype about his very first computer-build at nonPareil)

Grandma: Does it work?
Sam: Yes, Grandma, it works. It’s a gaming computer.

Peggy: How was internship today? Did you finish building that computer?
Sam: Not yet. We’re going slow. (pause) Sometimes you have to repeat a step to make sure you got it right.

(after arriving home from the Bartonville Town Council meeting)
Sam: Did that go alright?
Peggy: Yes, they are starting the moratorium.
Sam: I was afraid my behavior wasn’t right.
Peggy: Oh, honey you were fine. I told you it’s just like church. You have to sit a long time.
Sam: I didn’t think they were ever going to stop talking about that water tower.