Michael: Yeah, listen, did you buy a company car for everyone in the family except me?
George Sr.: Well, according to the books, I gave you four.
Michael: I'm serious. I'm driving a staircase, for God's sake. It smells like gas. I get hop-ons.
George Sr.: Well, of course you're gonna get- You're gonna get hop-ons.
Michael: I pull down banners, all right? And most importantly, Dad, my son does not like to be seen in it.
George Sr.: But he likes being seen with that girl.
Michael: It makes no sense, I know.