[Johnny holds up a cross-shaped wreath Barbara bought for their father's grave]
Johnny: Look at this thing. "We still remember"? I don't! You know, I don't even remember what the man looks like!
Barbara: Johnny, it takes you five minutes.
Johnny: Yeah, five minutes to put the wreath on the grave and six hours to drive back and forth. Mother wants to remember, so we trot two hundred miles into the country and she stays at home.
Barbara: Well, we're here, John, all right?