Pitiful George taking Susan's parents to a supposed house at the Hampton's:
Mr. Ross, with his wife and George, on a beach: "Where are we, George?" George: "Almost there." Mr. Ross: "Well, this is the end of Long Island. Where's your house?" George: "We, uh, we go on foot from here." Mr. Ross: "All right." George: "There's no house! It's a lie! There's no solarium. There's no Prickly Pete. There's no other solarium." Mr. Ross: "We know." George: "Then, why? Why did you make me drive all the way out here? Why didn't you say something? Why? Why? Why?" Mrs. Ross: "We don't like you, George."