[He looks down at where Newton has his arm hooked around, slowly shuffling back into their haven all the while. Unadmittedly, the previous tension Hermann had felt was cut entirely in half with him around. No longer does he have to curl his toes at the thought of being alone while the rest of the team fights to defend the city.

…

Then again, this is Newton Geiszler we’re talking about.]

What in the devil are you talking about?

[There’s your answer: No. He has not seen Home Alone. Hermann, instead, is going to hobble back inside through the doorway.]

For once in my life, I would like nothing more than to spend less than five minutes speculating on your oddball cinematic choices.