Jackson: Sir. We have a problem.
Richard: You don't have to call me 'sir'.
Jackson: I do. It helps me. Sir, you need to get your Averys straight. (Richard looks confused) In your address book. Last night you sent an e-mail which, I believe, was for my mother.
Richard: Oh...
Jackson: It began "I can't sleep, thinking about you tonight"...
RIchard: (embarrassed) That's enough.
Jackson: It would have been for me too. But it really goes on. Sir, I do not like thinking about you in that way. Or my mother, in that way. Or you and my mother, in that way.
Richard: Message received, son. It won't happen again.
Jackson: Don't... don't call me 'son'.
Richard: I... I meant it colloquially. But that won't happen again either.
Jackson: I took the liberty of forwarding your e-mail to my mother.
Richard: Thank you for that.
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