Michael: I saw an expose on the Iraq palaces last night and I could have sworn that one of them was the Sea Wind unit.
Lucille: That's funny. I always pictured Iraq in the middle of the desert.
Michael: Dad sold houses to the Iraqis, didn't he? And this is what you kept from me so I could take the polygraph test. Tell me the truth, okay? 'Cause there's been a lot of lying in this family.
Lucille: And a lot of love.
Michael: More lies.
Lucille: Look, I never knew about anything. But I had my suspicions. He never told me where he was going but he used to come back from those business trips reeking of lamb. And people would send figs, not even at Christmas, in the middle of October. Oh, and once, someone sent him a toe and he went white as a sheet. I think you're right, Michael.