Mike: I'm telling you, he can barely walk.
Rusty: Man, to see such a strong man like Dad laid so low. It's like an emotional punch to the package. Oop!
[After Rusty pulls to the side of the road, a man gets in]
Mike: What's going on?
Rusty: You Bryan?
Bryan: Yes.
Rusty: Well, I'm your driver... Juan. And this is my brother... Lancelot. I learned it's best when they can't trace anything back to you. Now, where were we? Oh, right. Talking about our dying pop.
Mike: Well, he's not dying. And I'm not talking about it in front of Bryan.
Rusty: He's cool. He got four stars.