Poor Dean, he had to go the knicks game.
Good news, it was with Pop Pop.

Daddy: Dean , Pop Pop can't hear so well....
Dean : ok, so I will talk loud.
Daddy: no, talk softly and he will struggle and misunderstand what you say.
Dean: dad that this mean.
Daddy: duh, who's son are you? Wait..don't answer that, I want to believe you are mine...anywho. Ask for a hot dog.
Dean : why? I want pizza.
Daddy: Pop Pop will hear" I want a hundred." and give you the money.
Dean: Done and Done.