[Huey pushed up his glasses, reaching out for another cigarette.] That is what I've concluded as well. This place should only exist in science fiction, in my opinion.

[He lit up again, not giving a damn about how rude he was being by smoking so close to another person, remembering how the other Hal hadn't liked him doing that.]

Want one? [Emmerich extended the box to him, still not making eye contact. The fact that he would even offer his son such a thing was a big deal for him. Hal was still his flesh and blood, no matter what he did. Even if the concept of 'family' was very warped in Huey's mind, he still loved his son.]