Finola: I really understand how important your work is to you. I just wished there was room in there for me. That's it.
George: I'm sorry I wasn't the father you needed, Finola. But now, this isn't about you or me or our relationship. This is about your children's children. This is about making rice in fields that should be barren. This is about regrowing forests in, in, in days, rather than decades, making the world harmonious and having no wants. This is about restoring balance to a world that is on fire. That's what this is about! And the only ones who can usher these things in are the beings that created this debris, beings that we may never. They gave us the gift of their technology, and it's going to take all of that technology to save mankind.
Finola: Yeah. Well, I um.
George: Maybe I made mistakes. I viewed the world in a particular way, and now it's all out of control. Do you understand? You are so important to me, and now I, I have a chance to set things right with you and with what I've done.