Doorman

(into phone) Very good, sir.

Morty

You don't understand. I can't allow my son to pay for me. Look, as soon as I get back to Florida, I promise you I'll mail you a check.

Morty

No, no, he won't let me do that.

Morty

He could wash them.

Morty

Don't tell me about business! I sold raincoats for thirty-five years!