Jack: Come on Morty, the jig is up!
Morty Seinfeld: What are you talking about?
Jack: I'm sorry. I'm sitting here, the whole meeting, holding my tongue. I've known you a long time, Morty, but I cannot hold it in any longer.
Herb: What's going on, Jack?
Jack: I'll tell you what's going on. Morty Seinfeld has been stealing funds from the treasury.
Morty Seinfeld: Stealing?!
Ralph: What proof do you have?
Jack: Proof? You want proof? He's driving around in a brand new Cadillac. Now what more proof do you want?
Morty Seinfeld: My son bought me that car!
Jack: Your son?
Morty Seinfeld: Yeah.
Jack: Your son could never afford that car. We all saw his act last year at the playhouse. He's lucky he can pay his rent!
Herb: Jack's right! He stinks!
Ralph: It's his material.
Morty Seinfeld: I tell you, he bought it for me!
Herb: I move for a full investigation!
Ralph: I second.