Morgan: Hey now, if it isn't Mr. Brady!
Brady: Yeah? What do you want?
Morgan: Oh, nothing! Just saying hi!
Brady: Huh. Right. And just what were you doing, skulking about out here?
Morgan: Skulking? Really, Brady, I was just picking a spot for a little afternoon nap in the sun. Or I would be if the sun came out. ...C'mon already, sun!
Brady: Yeesh. Must be nice, not having a care in the world.
Morgan: I've got my share of worries, same as the next person. Well, I did... I mean, I probably did? I assume I did at some point...
Brady: If you gotta ASSUME that you did, then ya DON'T! Must be nice havin' all your troubles and painful memories wiped clean. Now that head of yours is all puppies and rainbows and unicorns all the time.
Morgan: Yup! Pretty much!
Brady: Aw, you're shinin' me on. Ain't no way an amnesiac can be that bubbly!
Morgan: Well, yeah, I lost my memory, but I still have my father.
Brady: Yeah, well... Just don't go thinkin' I trust you or anythin', understand?
Morgan: What?! Why not? That's terrible!
Brady: Because you could be an enemy spy, that's why not!
Morgan: A spy? That's ridiculous! ......
Brady: ......
Morgan: But, hey, I guess I can't blame you.
Brady: Wha—?!
Morgan: Well, when you put it that way, with my convenient amnesia and all... I guess I am pretty suspicious! Ha ha ha!
Brady:: Aw, go suck a lemon!