Michael: I think it's getting too risky keeping you up here. George, Sr.: You know what's risky? Letting your son go on that church thing. Michael: Her name is Ann, Dad, and he's not "going" on her, ok? They're just friends. George, Sr.: Not for long. They're making promises to each other. It's all that fidelity and pledging yourself to a woman garbage. I wine 'em and dine 'em, but I don't let them tell me what to do. (speaking to his dolls, arranged for a tea party) I don't let them tell me what to do. Michael: Ok, I should've never taken the pumps out of here.