George Lopez2002

[having a father-daughter talk while driving]

Carmen:
Where are we going?

George:
I just want to talk. And the first thing I want to say is I should've punished Max a lot more than I did.

Carmen:
[sarcastically] Well, I should call the newspaper. "George Lopez Admits When He's Wrong."

George:
[murmur] Be the adult, be the adult.

George:
Ok look, maybe I went easier on Max because I know why he peeped. I was a boy. I get that. I don't get you anymore. I did when you were a little girl 'cause you were just like a little boy except you never got caught on your zipper.

Carmen:
Well, I'm not a little boy or a little girl anymore. I'd like a little privacy. And I'd like some respect.

George:
That's fair.

Carmen:
And I'd like my feelings listened to.

George:
Ooh, that's a tough one.

Carmen:
Why?

George:
Because everything's a crisis with you. There are no small problems.

George:
I'm on overload, Carmen. I mean, I thought teenagers were supposed to lock themselves in their rooms and never talk to their parents. I was kinda looking forward to that.

Carmen:
Well, I'm sorry I tell you all my problems.

George:
No, you shouldn't be. I have to get better at this.

George:
Look, I promise to start listening to your feelings if you promise not to have so MANY of them.

Carmen:
Deal.

George:
And don't ever think I love Max more than I love you. 'Cause that's not right.

Carmen:
[voice breaking] Okay.

George:
Why are you crying?

Carmen:
I'm happy.

George:
[voice breaking] I got you this cellphone to make up for everything. Stop crying.

Carmen:
[crying] Oh my god. It's a cellphone! (hugs George)

[to the car beside him at the light]

George:
[crying] Hey, what are you looking at? We're feeling in here!

George:
Go, man! The light's green.