Michael: I’m serious. I’m driving a staircase, for God’s sake, okay? It smells like gas, I get hop-ons…
George, Sr.: Well, of course, you’re gonna get… You’re gonna get hop-ons.
Michael: I pull down banners, all right? And most importantly, Dad, my son does not like to be seen in it.
George, Sr.: (Laughing.) But he’s okay being seen with that girl? Michael.
Michael: It makes no sense, I know.
George, Sr.: It doesn’t.