George Sr.: Jitters can be bad. Remember when I had them the night before we went to trial for that tax evasion in '88?
Lucille: Oh, yeah. We had to hide all that Boy Fight money.
George Sr.: Yeah. You gave me that "in case you're going away" present. That got the jitters out of me. What do you think about doing that with Dusty?
Lucille: How can you ask me that?
George Sr.: I just know how you can be. There was a time right after Gob was born when you grew cold and contemptuous of everyone.
Lucille: You remember that?
George Sr.: Well, only because it's still going on.
Lucille: Maybe I've pulled away from him. In fact, most nights he goes back home to sleep in his own bed. Which is fine. I- I want his head in his work.
George Sr.: Huh. That doesn't necessarily mean yours has to take the night off. Hey, I hate the idea, but we gotta do something to get his confidence in that courtroom, and I am willing to shut my eyes and let it happen.
Lucille: Now you know how I felt all those years, George.