Michael: The city is sending out an inspector. They're gonna be crawling over every inch of this place. You're going to need to leave.
George Sr.: Where the hell do you want me to go? Back to your mother's? I believe there's a freeloading loser in my bed.
Michael: You know, Buster just lost a hand. He's going through a lot.
George Sr.: I'm talking about Oscar.
Michael: Oh, yes. Your brother. I can see why that would bug you.