Michael: Hey, George Michael. Where's the leather jacket?
George Michael: It's like you said you can't change who you are. So what? So I don't have any hair on my arms or legs. So what? You know, a leather jacket's not gonna change that. You know, I was trying to act like a tough guy, and it's wrong. I'm just a boring, old nice guy like you.
Michael: I'm not that nice.
George Michael: Dad, if this is about the chair I've been thinking. You deserve it. You know, it's not like you'd ever steal something big.