Narrator: And so, once again, the guys were on their way to Phoenix, never to look back.
George Michael: [on the phone] [deep voice] It's just the lab calling. We'll give him the bad news in Phoenix. [hangs up] They know we're gone.
Michael: Great. You did say Phoenix again, but what do we care?
George Michael: Sorry.
Michael: Now, do you want to steer, or are you too old to sit on your pop's lap and drive?
George Michael: [smiles] ... I think I might be.
Michael: Okay.