Mary: Maybe while you eat we could chat a little.
Mr. Gilford: I'm old, I'm alone, I'm gonna die soon. There, we've chatted.

Mary: Here, let me get that. And, uh, while I'm cleaning up, I could also tackle some of, um-
Mr. Gilford: Don't touch anything! I like it the way it is.
Mary: Could I at least open a window, get you some fresh air?
Mr. Gilford: It's not necessary. I've got some right here.

Mary: If you're not in the mood for conversation, maybe there's something else I could do for you.
Mr. Gilford: Haven't had a sponge bath in a while.
Mary: Does Pastor Jeff give you a sponge bath?
Mr. Gilford: Sure does.
Mary: Mr. Gilford.
Mr. Gilford: No.