George Sr.: You wanna teach George Michael a lesson?
Michael: Yes, I do, and it's gotta stick. He's getting into drugs, Dad, and he's lying to me.
George Sr.: That doesn't sound like the boy.
Michael: I know. It's my fault. I've been pushing him too hard. It's just... Dumb, dumb. Dumb, Michael.
George Sr.: Hey, hey.
Michael: Dumb.
George Sr.: Shh, shh, shh. I forgive you.
Michael: I don't want your forgiveness. I want the guy with the one arm and the fake blood. J. Walter Weatherman how do I get ahold of him?
George Sr.: He's, uh, dead. You killed him when you left the door open with the air conditioner running.