George Sr.: Michael, you got to get this Love guy against the wall between the US and Mexico. That's not right.
Michael: You're really opposed to this wall, huh? When did you become pro-immigrant?
George Sr.: I have changed, Michael. I cry at the drop of a hat, and I hate the way I look. I actually had one cute hat, and it... it blew off at the CVS parking lot. And this whole car full of black kids ran over it for no reason. And they saw it. They saw it! Michael... [pats bench] Anyway, I live down there now. And I care for these people who just want to come into this country and ply their wares and let us freely fill the bay with their culture.
Michael: Hey, don't get me started on the Cinco, Dad. I haven't been to one in 20 years. There's gonna be blowback there, it's just gonna happen. You can't swim in that bay for a month after without getting nacho cheese sauce in your hair. It's coming.
George Sr.: Can you help me, then, with Love? At his speech, at Cinco? Can you do that for your dad?
Narrator: What he didn't tell Michael was that the family would go broke if they had to build the wall.
Michael: Of course I will.
Narrator: Maybe, if he had, Michael wouldn't have overplayed his hand as a big-shot producer who knew lots of people. But a deal was soon struck.
Michael: Thanks, Pop.
George Sr.: All right.
Narrator: And Michael, signed contract in hand, went to show off at the Ealing Club, while George, Sr., magazine in hand, went to [bleep] off in an MRI machine.