George Sr.: How are you? Are you good? Do you have any money?
Lindsay: Not really. Oh. Oh, except for a $50,000 check your wife sent to my daughter for plastic surgery. What kind of a woman does that?
George Sr.: I thought there was no money left.
Lindsay: Oh, no. Oh, no.
George Sr.: Well, that's awful. I mean, she's just precious the way she is. Does Maisie even know about this?
Lindsay: No. Thank God. And her name is Maeby.
George Sr.: You don't think Maisie's cuter? You know what I want to do? I want to take this, and I want to deposit it in a trust fund that she can't open until she's 21 .
Lindsay: I guess I can't use it anyway.
George Sr.: Are you kidding me? You are the most beautiful little girl I know. And if you have any more work, your cartilage is going to collapse.