Harry: Miss Brandon, do you have anything to say?
Ms. Brandon: Yes, you're even better looking than I imagined.
Lana: I'll get those paper bags now.
Ms. Brandon: When Harry was four his hair was dark like his Uncle Otto. Who would think it would've lightened up so much?
Dan: Yes, it goes nicely with the robe.
Harry: You know my Uncle Otto?
Ms. Brandon: Of course.
Harry: Then I take it we have met.
Ms. Brandon: A long time ago.
Harry: I'm afraid you have the advantage Ms. Brandon I just don't remember you.
Ms. Brandon: Well how could you. The last time I saw you, you were only five.
Harry: Ms. Brandon?
Ms. Brandon: Harry, I'm your mother.
Harry: Oh, pleased to meet you.