Anna

Oh, Elaine, thanks for picking me up. I can explain everything.

Elaine

All right. Well, we'll talk about it tomorrow at the office. (Mr. Costanza enters)

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)