Dad: No! What is this stuff that's saving you from my punches?

Guy: Tar. 

Dad: No! 

Guy: Please... 

Dad: No! I have to get back to them!

Guy: You have to stop...Stop struggling!

Dad: No! 

Guy: Grug, stop! No one gets out of this. Believe me.I know.

Dad: Your...? 

Guy: Family. Yeah.

Dad: Sorry.

Guy:I was little when it happened.The last thing my parents told me was: "Don't hide. Live. Follow the sun. You'll make it to Tomorrow."

Dad: You followed the light. My daughter is a lot like you.

Guy:No. She's like you. She loves you but always forgets to say it, just like you forget to tell her.

Dad: I guess I was just busy keeping them all alive.

Guy: It's okay. That's what dads do. 

Dad:That's right, and we can't do that from here.We need one of your ideas. Come on, you can do it.