Robert Winters: That's you, Sir.
Tom Winters: Who, Sir? Me, Sir?
Cinzia Zaccardi: Yes, Sir. You, Sir.
Tom Winters: [after punishing his son] Well, now where were we?
Cinzia Zaccardi: [She turns on the spray paint and sprays him in the face on purpose] Oops.
Tom Winters: Thank you, Michelangelo. Thank you.
Tom Winters: Go to your room. You're not gonna get anything to eat tonight.
David Winters: Thanks. I'm trying to lose weight.