Small Time

This is the story about my father

and the summer we spent together many years ago.

It was the summer that changed my life.

Later on in the show, I'm gonna wash it out

right in front of you so you can see how it looks.

Burger Maker, the ingenious kitchen gadget

that lets you stuff, stuff, stuff your way

to the best tasting burgers ever.

Thanks to the upper wind. The upper wind pattern right now

is warmer through the middle part of the country,

and by the weekend it'll continue to add this bulge of high pressure

right through the midsection of the U.S.

That'll keep the warm air coming from the west.

Our temperature's above normal

probably through the beginning of next week.

Coming to bed?

In a minute.

Are you crying?

No.

Babe.

You're crying.

This weather make you sad?

I don't know what it is.

Everything just makes me cry lately.

Maybe I have high blood pressure.

I don't think you have high blood pressure.

Driving down the street today, I see this guy

buying his little boy a snow cone,

you know, from the back of a truck

and I start blubbering like a baby. I had to pull over.

Maybe you're thinking about your son.

I mean, he's graduating high school tomorrow.

It's not like he's going off to war.

No, but he's getting to that age.

It's an adjustment.

I'll say.

You've been a great dad to him, Al.

And you always will be.

I have an idea.

Why don't I come over next weekend

and I can cook dinner for the three of us

and get to finally meet the legendary Freddy Klein?

Yeah, maybe.

"Yeah, maybe"?

What am I doing wrong here?

You're not doing anything wrong.

Then why can't we be together? I mean, really together?

Linda, you are...

come on, don't do that.

Don't do this.

Who the hell is calling at this time of night?

Oh, I wonder.

- Hello. - Hey, Al.

We have a little situation here at the lot.

What are you doing at the lot?

My TV crashed. I wanted to catch the game.

Anyway, there's a young man here...

what's your name?

- Jason. - Jason what?

- Sanders. - His name is Jason Sanders.

Any relation to Phil Sanders at B of A?

No.

Jason here tried to boost the silver Mustang

we traded in last month.

Luckily, I was here to catch his felonious ass.

- Did you call the cops? - No, I did not call the police.

I wanted to talk to you first.

- Well, what do you think? - I don't know yet.

What?

Well, no, I don't like the fact this keeps happening

any more than you do.

Yes, he is trespassing.

What, you mean like in the leg?

Mister, let's not get crazy here.

Okay? Come on.

I'll do anything to make this right, I promise.

He says he'll do anything to make it right.

I'll be right down.

Get in the back, Pretty Boy Floyd.

You make me nervous.

We think that Herman's been washed out to sea.

So what's the problem?

Ash, we've got to fix that clock.

This is classic.

Am I interrupting anything?

Yeah, Herman's getting the shit beat out of him tonight.

What's with the gun?

Good, isn't it? It looks real.

Oh, thank God.

I know you.

You were here the other day with your friends.

- Yeah. - He was driving a BMW.

What are you doing trying to steal a car from us?

Mister, I wasn't going to keep the car, okay?

I swear. I was just going to drive it around for a couple hours.

Why?

My friends dared me to do it. This whole thing was just a goof.

It's a "goof."

My son goofed like that, I'd put my foot up his ass.

You ever been to prison, Jason?

No.

Let me see your wallet.

I don't have any money.

- Call the police. - Okay, here you go.

Who is Dr. William Sanders?

It's my father.

Mr. Martini, call in a $6,500 approval

while I do Mr. Sanders' paperwork.

I'm sorry, what?

6,500? That's a very good price.

You know, I got a soft spot for troubled youths.

You guys can't do this. This is my father's credit card.

I'm not allowed to use it except for emergencies.

Mr. Sanders, if you do not consider grand theft auto

an emergency, then you live one wild life.

This is gonna bring you and your father much closer together.

It really will, trust me.

Yeah, I'd like an authorization, please.

I'm sorry, what exactly are you guys doing?

Selling you a car.

That exhaust system under warranty?

Not that I'm aware of.

What time we got to be at graduation tomorrow?

Noon.

Should I wear a sport coat? Suit? What should I wear?

What is it with... I got to dress you now?

Wear whatever you want.

Al, you know what I realized about you after all these years?

You got a lousy disposition.

Let's go to Casa Rio, grab a drink.

Good night, Ash.

It's ladies' night.

Good sale.

Yes, it was.

Why did they want him to sleep outside in a tent?

This I do not understand. It's stupid.

Pete. Pete. They're Scouts.

That's what Boy Scouts do, they go camping.

Why? There's no bathroom. There's snakes over there.

Costas, hey. Give him the dolmade,

don't give him the spanakopita. Come on.

Hey, come on, guys. Let's go, chop chop.

We got people waiting to get to work here.

I like your pocket thingy.

Oh, well, thank you. Yes.

It's what I like to call the "finishing touch."

Just got this one in. Less than 30,000 miles on it.

Mint condition. New paint job.

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask.

My name is Al.

I'm one of the owners. You deal with me directly.

Yes, they do.

He's not eating, Mother.

There's something wrong with him.

No, I don't want to wait until the weekend.

I can't.

Will you please just take him to the vet this afternoon?

Emergency.

Yes, I will reimburse you.

I know I still owe you for the marshmallows.

- Diamond Motors. - I've got to go.

I'm so sorry about that, Mr. Martini.

Oh, I made those cookies for you and Mr. Klein.

And they're sugar-free.

Did you process the paperwork I put on your desk last night?

Oh, you left paperwork?

Yeah.

The Mustang? We sold it last night.

I didn't see anything.

It's... it'd be right here.

I don't use my in-box.

I'm afraid I would rely on it too much.

Just process the car, Gail.

- Okay. - Thanks.

- Mr. Martini. - Yeah?

Do you think that I might be able to leave a little bit early today

because I think my cat might be dying?

No.

- May I sit in, please? - By all means.

Al, Al, hey. What are you doing?

Showing these nice people a car.

No, no, no. I got someone coming by this afternoon to buy it.

Who?

It's a doctor from Beverly Hills. He wants it for his kid.

I'm sorry, folks. I can't sell you the car.

Why not?

Did this doctor leave a deposit?

No.

Well, did he sign anything?

- Al, he really wants the car. - Ash.

- I... - I...

- Come on. - Hey, I'm sorry.

A little oil will fix that right up. That's nothing.

Slide on in there.