Michael: Mmm. I know about the cottage.
George Sr.: I hated that rule.
Michael: Okay.
George Sr.: Michael?
Michael: Hmm.
George Sr.: I hated both rules.
Michael: Oh, yeah, the towels.
George Sr.: Can I ask you a question? How'd you get past the guard gate?
Michael: I came from the water.
George Sr.: I knew it. I told her. I told her, "He's gonna take us from the beach." Well, I am glad. I am glad you did. Yeah, it's just your mother and her rules. And I hated "no sand in the living room." [voice breaking] I mean, why have a beach house if every member of the family can't enjoy it?