George: It's just your daughter the way she-- she's sorta undenyable. After I lost my father, I-I realized that, you know, life is short... and it's long too. It's short and long. It's...life.
Mr. Torres: He talks a lot.
Callie: No, no. He talks. Like a, like-- like a person who talks, Dad, please.
Mr. Torres: Do you have any idea what you've done to your mother? You make this decision, the most important day of your life... and we didn't even know she was seeing someone. Are you pregnant? (looks at George) Did you get my daughter pregnant?
Callie: No. No, daddy, no. Okay? This is George. He's not like the other guys that I've been with.
George: Clean as a whistle and a mathlete.
Mr. Torres: He has no money. And you have money.
George: Oh, come on. I didn't know that Callie was well off, she just told me.
Mr. Torres: Really? Really, well, then you won't mind that the house, the car and everything else we'll provide will be in Calliope's name.
Callie: Uh, what house?
Mr. Torres: You're a married woman now. I'll find something suitable. It's all here in the post-nuptials. (he accidentally knocks his drink on George)
Callie: Uh, Dad!
Mr. Torres: Sorry.
George: It's okay. (George flashs back to last night and what happened with Izzie and then flashes back)
Mr. Torres: ---Raise a family and...
George: No. It's not gonna happen. There's no way that I'm gonna let you pay for anything. We can't-- Callie-- I'm so sorry. Mr. Torres, I'm sorry but the answer is 'no'. (leaves)