Andy: I think I have to move out of my dad's place.
Maya: I don't know what Miller said, but yes, I approve.
Andy: It's time.
Maya: Way past.
Andy: I mean he's feeling better, he can take care of himself, and I need to do this, right away, before I chicken out and keep living there another 30 years.
Maya: Have you told your dad yet?
Andy: No, God, how do I tell him? What do I tell him?
Maya: You say, "Dad, I've never lived out from under your roof. I need to be an adult now, so I'm moving in with Maya, and I feel confident that you can start folding your own boxers all by yourself."