"I, grandfather, want the first batch. If I get it, I will be satisfied. That's why I'm going. It doesn't matter to me if you get five more afterwards. It's not enough to satisfy me. Do you know what Dagiannos used to say in our village, in the Homeland? He would start, you see, from his house, go into the cafe, find someone he had a dispute with, lift them off the table and..."
"Here we go!" the grandfather interrupted him singing. "The fox is a hundred years old and the little fox is a hundred and ten! Hey, are you going to tell me my own stories?"
"Do you want to tell it yourself?" the grandson asked.