Narrator: In fact, George Sr. had just been picked up by his son.
Gob: Oh, great. It's stuck. All right. Just stay down and let me handle this.
Guard: Is that Mr. Bluth there?
Gob: He's got us, Dad. Come on out.
George Sr.: He's talking to you, you idiot. Cover.
Gob: [as Franklin] I ain't your daddy! How's it goin', brother?
Guard: You want to pop the trunk and roll the windows down, please? [laughs] I'm just messin' with you. Hey, Franklin. How you doin', little man?