Michael: You look like you're not enjoying anything. You all right?
George Sr.: Yeah. Your mom and I are [clears throat]... We're not together. We're not together in the well, I guess in, uh, every meaning of that word.
Michael: I assumed that, but, uh, why aren't you enjoying that?
George Sr.: Because your mom is being courted, Michael. Someone is fawning all over her.
Michael: I knew she had Buster.
George Sr.: No.
Michael: I knew it.
George Sr.: This one's not Buster. I mean, I wish that guy was Buster. Him I could fight, you know? You see, this guy got past me. How can your mother do this to me? I knew I should've sold that property when Stacy died.
Michael: Tracey.
George Sr.: No, we would've lost a fortune if we sold when Tracey died. No, Stacy was the paralegal I used to bring out there who went into insulin shock at the very height of the market. Sad. How can she do this to me?