George Sr.: Lucille, for God's sakes. She was an informant. She was working for the government. The only thing I was pumping her for was information, honey.
Michael: An informant. Dad, are you crazy? You're gonna blow this whole case.
George Sr.: It's blown. It's over. It's dead. Take the plea. Get me out there.
Barry: Lets take the plea, okay? Look. It's so nice and thick.
Lucille: Oh, George, I should have never doubted you. Even when you slept with my sister, it was for a good reason.
George Sr.: Got her to stop drinking, didn't it?