Dad, what's the deal with girls? I mean, why are they the way they are? You're talking to...

Gabe: Dad, what's the deal with girls? I mean, why are they the way they are? Adam: You're talking to the wrong man. Gabe: Well, how come all love has to end? Adam: Let me tell you something about me and your mom. Once upon a time, we really loved each other, but as time went by, there just got to be all these things, little things, stupid things, that were left unsaid. And all these things that were left unsaid piled up, like the clutter in our storage room. And after awhile, there was so much that was left unsaid, that we barely said anything at all. Gabe: Well, why didn't you just say them then, dad? Adam: I don't know, Gabe. I kind of wish I had.

- That your girlfriend? - Excuse me? She your girl? Yeah. My girlfriend. Huh. I had a girlfriend once upon a time, too. She trampled my heart. Left me bleeding on the floor. Run. What? Run while you still can, brother. Take my advice. Make like the wind. We were close. one block, a left, and then another left. Let's go. Are you Isaac? I'm Rosemary. We're here to see the apartment. Am I getting Punk'd? No. It's for my dad. And will Daddy be meeting us here? Well, he will if I give him the high sign. Trying to make a commission or not? ISAAC: We do a nice business in two bedrooms with divorced fathers. This place will be gone in a New York minute, I promise you. Wood-burning fireplace. oh, yeah, I noticed. I didn't know what we were looking for exactly. What do you think? I like it. It's nice. Amazing. But I knew one thing for certain.. Yeah. It was the most romantic treetop view I ever saw. We came home up the bike path along the Hudson. We came home up the bike path along the Hudson. 67 blocks.