[daughter Carmen enters the kitchen in frustration]
Carmen Lopez: Hahhhh.
George Lopez: Carmen, it's okay, you're beautiful on the inside, they all don't hate you, you'll find something you're good at, there'll be other boys, you probably need some time alone, see you tomorrow morning honey.
Carmen Lopez: Dad, I went to, like, fifteen stores at the mall. Nobody wants to give me a job.
George Lopez: Since when are you looking for a job?
Carmen Lopez: Well, I just got my learner's permit so I'm trying to save up for a car.
George Lopez: My baby's growing up.
[kisses her head]
George Lopez: Seems like just yesterday you were my little girl on the tricycle. Now you're gonna be a young woman in a car, running over a little girl on the tricycle.
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.