I have some sad news, Miles. Poppa died this morning.
"MY Poppa?"
Yes.
"That means I have no more Poppas left."

Trying to capture the "Oh Man!" tone in his voice. Kind of like when you fill a bowl with cereal and then learn there's no milk, or you get all excited to slice into your buttered pancakes and there's not a drop of maple syrup in the house. There is no substitute. Cheated.