Go, man! The light's green

[having a father-daughter talk while driving] Carmen:
Where are we going? George:
I just want to talk. And the first thing I want to say is I should've punished Max a lot more than I did. Carmen:
[sarcastically]
Well, I should call the newspaper. "George Lopez Admits When He's Wrong." George:
[murmuring]
Be the adult, be the adult. George:
OK, look, maybe I went easier on Max because I know why he peeped. I was a boy. I get that. I don't get you anymore. I did when you were a little girl 'cause you were just like a little boy except you never got caught on your zipper. Carmen:
Well, I'm not a little boy or a little girl anymore. I'd like a little privacy. And I'd like some respect. George:
That's fair. Carmen:
And I'd like my feelings listened to. George:
Ooh, that's a tough one. Carmen:
Why? George:
Because everything's a crisis with you. There are no small problems. George:
I'm on overload, Carmen. I mean, I thought teenagers were supposed to lock themselves in their rooms and never talk to their parents. I was kinda looking forward to that. Carmen:
Well, I'm sorry I tell you all my problems. George:
No, you shouldn't be. I have to get better at this. George:
Look, I promise to start listening to your feelings if you promise not to have so MANY of them. Carmen:
Deal. George:
And don't ever think I love Max more than I love you. 'Cause that's not right. Carmen:
[voice breaking]
OK. George:
Why are you crying? Carmen:
I'm happy. George:
[voice breaking]
I got you this cellphone to make up for everything. Stop crying. Carmen:
[crying]
Oh my god. It's a cellphone! [hugs George] Carmen:
[to the car beside him at the light] George:
[crying]
Hey, what are you looking at? We're feeling in here! George:
Go, man! The light's green