Michael: It's been a week. Nothing's happened.
Larry: Yeah, but you're not the one stuck under house arrest like a sitting duck.
Michael: Yeah, that's my father. That's why we had the meeting here, so that he couldn't interfere.
Larry: Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw.
Michael: I'm sorry. Have we met?
Bob Loblaw: Oh, yes, this is Larry Mittleman. He's your father's surrogate.
Michael: Surrogate?
Larry: That's right, you dumb [bleep].
George Sr.: [into headset] I hired this guy to wear a camera in his hat so he could be my eyes and ears while I'm stuck in this penthouse.
Larry: This camera helps me keep tabs on you idiots, while this thing rubs my ankle raw.
George Sr.: I mean, look at this thing.
Larry: I can't even go in the hallway...
George Sr.: without hearing
Larry: that beep, beep, beep.
Bob Loblaw: [checks pager] That's one of my partners. Excuse me.