George Lopez2002

Bobby:
Still live with your mom and dad, Ernie?

Ernie:
Hey, I pay rent, alright? So it's more like we're roommates.

Bobby:
Did your roommates lay out those nice overalls for you this morning?

Ernie:
No way! She's not even allowed in my room; there's a sign and everything; she knows that, fool! You know what? Whatever, eh. You know what, I don't need this crap. [hangs up his tools in disgust] Victor, Bobby, Victor, why don't you marry em?

George Lopez:
Look. This gotta be done by Monday. That's three days, huh. Can you do it?

Victor:
[looks to the left side of the garage] Hmm, depends. What about permits?

George Lopez:
I'm permitting you.

Victor:
Monday it is.

George Lopez:
Alright, look it, Angie can't know you're here, okay? So you gotta be out of here by 6 every night, before she gets home from the bridal expo.

Bobby:
Hold on, hold on, hold the horse, huh. There's a lot of work here for three days. We don't have a deal until we talk about a equitable compensation package.

Victor:
[points in agreement at Bobby] Mmm. Mm-hmm. Now let's see: We got - we got electric, plumbing, [whistles] carpentry, materials...

Bobby:
You want us to use nails on this, George?

George Lopez:
[in disbelief] Yeah!

Victor:
Hey, relajate. We'll get a box! [turns to Bobby] We won't use them all. So um... [whispers between the men and Bobby agrees to something; Victor tuns to George] 10 cases of beer should do it.

George Lopez:
[doubtful] You wanna be paid in beer?

Bobby:
Well, yeah, it's where the money's gonna go anyway. [pats stomach]