Stavros: At long last, my wife and child are before me.
Nikolas: Stay away from my mother.
Stavros: Oh Nikolas, I would never harm your mother. I love your mother. I'd rather die than see any harm come to her.
Laura: I have a name, you know!
Stavros: Shush, my wife.
Nikolas: Quiet, my mother.
 

Stavros: I was worried about what it would be like when I was finally face to face with my son and my wife, but now that I have you before me, I know that it was all worthwhile. The 20 years frozen. The 20 years without sexual contact of any kind. The 20 years of missing out on cell phones, the internet, microwaveable popcorn and all the Seinfeld years. Sorry, lump in my throat. I'm verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves ...

Stavros: You seem stunned, Laura. Surely my presence doesn't come as a surprise to you ...
Laura: I just want to understand something. Were you this good-looking when I lived on the Island as your captive?
Stavros: Yes, Laura. I haven't aged at all. Now, as for why you're both here and--
Laura: No, no, wait. You were this good-looking when I lived on that Island with you and yet I never willingly had sex with you? Never instigated it? Never went into your room at night and nudged you for some nookie?
Stavros: No. Never. Now, back to why you're both--
Laura: Okay, so let me get this absolutely straight here: I never wanted to have sex with you? And you looked like this?
Nikolas: Mother, you're making an ass of yourself.
Laura: Well, fuck me with a stick, I honestly didn't remember him as this good-looking!

Stavros: Nikolas, nothing would make me happier than to have you in my arms, to give you the fatherly embrace I have longed for, lo these many years.
Nikolas: I don't know. I've heard so many terrible stories about you. How you kidnapped my mother. How you held her hostage against her will on the Island. How you used her as nothing more than a sexual toy to have sex with and force to breed you an heir.
Stavros: Shit, Nik, you're getting me all horny here.
Laura: I honestly didn't remember him as being this good-looking.
Nikolas: I will hug you, Father. But only because my mother treats me like shit and hugging you would certainly piss her off.
Stavros: I don't care what the reason is, Nikolas. Come give Daddy a hug!
 

A brief moment of discomfort passes between father and son as they both ponder the age-old question and face the ancient dilemma: Do I put my arms under or over during the hug? Until ....

the hug finally happens.

Stavros: My son, my son. How long I have waited to hold you in my arms ...
Nikolas: Yeah, yeah, and in 20 seconds, you're going to dump me in order to hang out with my mother. Where have I seen this scenario before?