George Lopez2002

Carmen Lopez:
Hey, I'm gonna be a good driver, but I really need my own car.

George Lopez:
Y'know, look, if you really want a car that bad I could help you find a job.

Carmen Lopez:
Really? Where? Please tell me it's the record store, the clothing store. Oh my god, is it a receptionist at a male modeling agency?

[mockingly]

George Lopez:
Well, I could make a phone call. Y'know after I stopped modeling, I did keep up my contacts.

[primping in a mirror]

George Lopez:
And Travis, so, owes me.

Carmen:
Dad.

[her father in a primping zone]

Carmen:
Daaaad.

George Lopez:
Huh?

Carmen Lopez:
Where's the job?

George Lopez:
I'll talk to Mr. Carillo.

Carmen Lopez:
Mr. No! Not Mr. Carillo! I don't wanna work in some crappy dive folding burritos!

George Lopez:
Hey, I work there all through high school, okay. You'd be lucky to have a boss like Mr. Carillo.

Carmen Lopez:
What if one of my friends see me working there?

George Lopez:
Hey, it'd less embarrassing than being a senior and rollerskating to all the parties.

Carmen Lopez:
Okay, I'll do it.