George: [on the phone] Steinbrenner had me committed! I'm in the nuthouse!
Deena: [to her father] I'll be back same time next week, Pop.
George: They took my belt, Jerry. I got nothing to hold my pants up. Well, you gotta come over here now! Just tell 'em what we talked about, how I, how I, I didn't do the project.
Deena: George? I see you're finally getting some help.
George: Aw, oh, oh Deena, thank God. [hugs her] Thank God you're here. Listen, you gotta help me. You gotta tell these people that I'm okay. You know that I don't belong in here.
Deena: George, this is the best thing for you.
George: Yea.. What? No, no!
George: Deena! Deena, wait a... Deena, help!
Pop: Is that little Georgie C.? How's the folks? You still got that nice little car?