um sorriso...

Frank: Okay, where's my boy?

George: Oh my God.

Frank: I'm sitting at home, reading a periodical, and this is the call I get? My son is a bootlegger? (He hits George in the head)

George: Ow! Dad...

Frank: Who put you up to this, was it her?

Elaine: All right. Wait a minute. I think you've got it backwards.

Frank: My George isn't clever enough to hatch a scheme like this.

Elaine: You got that right.

Frank: What the hell does that mean?

Elaine: It means whatever the hell you want it to mean.

Frank: You sayin' you want a piece of me?

Elaine: I could drop you like a bag of dirt.

Frank: You wanna piece of me? You got it! (They begin to fight)