Narrator: Michael went to check on his fugitive father who was living in the attic.
George Sr.: You heard my call?
Narrator: Have you been doing that all over town? Because people think there's a wolf on the loose.
George Sr.: Yes, there is a wolf on the loose. His name is Oscar. Tell me he's not gonna be bidding on your mother at that charity auction with my money.
Michael: Is that why you called me up here, Dad? Because you are a fugitive, and as far as she knows, you're in another country.
George Sr.: It's driving me crazy. They're parading in public. My back is-is- it's in knots. I haven't had a massage since prison.
Michael: Hope that was forced.
George Sr.: But then I found a way to fix my back in this old catalog. Look at this hot tub. I could use it for so many things. It could be my, you know, water supply. And those, uh, premade boil-in-bag meals... You just toss those in there.