Harold: You’re retiling the roof at noon, Clay.
Clay: But I’m working on a history paper.
Harold: Let it slide. The foreman’s son just finished engineering school and he’s pocketing 60k a year. Now, that’s where the money is.
A [belated] Throwback Thursday indeed.
Clay: How are you doing, dad? Hanging in there? I know it’s hard with Mom gone.
Harold: Our contractor’s not getting any jobs thanks to this crappy economy. I haven’t been to work in a week.
Clay: That’s tough. I sent a check, it should arrive today or tomorrow.
Clay: I got into an engineering program!
Harold: That’s my boy! Didn’t know you had it in you.
Clay: Here. Look.
Harold: This isn’t one of the top schools.
Clay: There’s an amazing programming department.
Harold: Kaczmareks build things, they don’t sit at a desk.
Thursday, January 27, 2011. 2:00 PM
Harold: Hi Clay. It’s your dad. Pick up the phone. I know we haven’t talked in a long time. I’m fixing the back porch, it’s hotter than hell out here, and I could use a hand. Call me. Let me know you’re okay.
Clay: With William and Rebecca, I’ve been doing some amazing work. This is much, much better than my job at the accelerator. I’m happier, Dad.
Harold: You know. I didn’t get my check from you this month.
Clay: Are you listening to me?
Harold: Do these losers even pay? Or is this free labor?
Clay: Money isn’t everything.
Harold: You have to support this family, Clay.
Clay: Did you demand money from mom too? Is that why she left?
All Sounds of Assassin's Creed 