Cliff: I guess I won't be taking her home after all.
George: I thought not.
Cliff: Yeah. Yeah, I'm just gonna go have another peek.
George: Oh, and... And, Mr. Clavin, while you're here, your mother's insurance doesn't entirely cover her expenses. I assume that, uh, you'll want to take care of the remainder?
Cliff: Yeah, yeah, sure thing. Just send me the bill.
George: Well, here's what it comes to for the first year. Honestly, the cost of running this place just keeps going up and up. Well, you can't put a price on a mother's happiness.
[After George walks away, Cliff takes a look at the bill, walks into the dance hall and comes out with Esther over his shoulders]
Esther Clavin: [screams] Oh, Clifford! Put me down! What are you doing?!
Cliff: I'm getting you out of this hell hole, Ma!