FATHER: OK, this is the best s'more I ever made in my life. All right? This is absolute peak. Look at this. Honey brown--

SON: It's perfect.

FATHER: No burn. Look at that, huh? Sell that in the store. Mm.

SON: That's like advertisement-worthy,

FATHER: Advertisement quality.

SON: Yeah.

FATHER: (LAUGHING) Mm. You think they ever will make another Star Wars?

SON: I don't know. I mean, I think if they were to make another one, the period where this game is set is where it would have to be. Because there's nothing after, really.

FATHER: Yeah. No, Return of the Jedi, it's over. There's nothing.

SON: Yeah. There's nothing else to do there. Yeah. You going to turn Han Solo into a Sith Lord? I mean--

SON: Yeah. What are you gonna do?

FATHER: (PLAYING GUITAR AND SINGING) I can just get off of this L.A. freeway, without getting killed or caught, I'll be down the road in a cloud of smoke for some land that I ain't bought, bought, bought