[He nods along blithely. Really, what else do adults even do, when they're not playing with their kids? Which they could stand to do more.]

Writing sounds like Playing, just written down. Boy, the stories my kid Andy could have written!

[Aww. Now he's thinking of Andy, and when he thinks of Andy, Buzz misses Andy.]

I bet you're a great violiner. Ist? I've, uh, never actually heard anyone play the violin, but I'd certainly come to a concert if you had one.