George Sr.: I never gave you a-a company car. No, I gave you something far more important. I gave you company, which, apparently, you don't want to give to me, Michael.
Michael: You're not listening to me.
George Sr.: I'm lonely up here.
Michael: I'd love to sit and chat, but I've got to get an early start because I'm expecting headwinds on the stair car.
George Sr.: You see anybody here? You could bring me a book. Pop-Pop gets a Grisham?