[Back in the real world, Stan is driving Michael home.]
Stan Podolak: Aw, I'm sorry it took so long.
Michael Jordan: Don't worry about it.
Stan Podolak: That exit on 65 wasn't clearly marked.
Michael Jordan: Hold up, hold up right here.
Stan Podolak: What, here?
Michael Jordan: Yeah.
[Stan stops the car and parks in front of Michael's house.]
Michael Jordan: Thanks for the ride, Sherm. I appreciate it.
Stan Podolak: It's Stan, Mike.
Michael Jordan: Sorry.
Stan Podolak: But that's all right, you can call me Sherm if you want to because I've followed your whole career and I think you're the greatest athlete that's ever lived.
Michael Jordan: [Trying to get of the car] Stan. Stan. Stan. How do I get outta here? That door doesn't work.
Stan Podolak: Oh! I'm sorry. I-I- [Gets out of the car] I forgot to tell you it's a classic. It's a classic, but it's got a few peccadilloes. Hold on just a second. [Taps the car door and opens it]
Michael Jordan: [Gets out of the car] Huh, a few huh? It's smoking too, man. You need to get that checked.
[In the backyard, a bulldog named Charles is resting in his doghouse and he sees Michael come home.]
Michael Jordan: Thanks for the ride. [Takes the bag from the car]
Stan Podolak: [Looking at the house] Oh this is nice. This is a nice house. Oh that is a beauty. What is that, Colonial?
Michael Jordan: No, it's a nice house.
Stan Podolak: If you need anything done around the house, I'd be more than happy to help you out.
Michael Jordan: Oh no. I'm fine thanks.
Stan Podolak: Anything you need.
Michael Jordan: Nah You gave me a ride. I appreciate it.
Stan Podolak: Okay, sure.
Michael Jordan: Tomorrow, I'm gonna drive so, I don't need a ride. But thanks though.
Stan Podolak: Oh. Why? Too conspicuous?
Michael Jordan: [Smiling] Yeah.
Stan Podolak: [Chuckling] All right.
Michael Jordan: Thanks though.
Stan Podolak: All right. Tomorrow! [Gets in his car]
Michael Jordan: See you tomorrow.
[Stan drives away as Michael heads for the front door. The bulldog groans and runs up to Michael.]
Michael Jordan: [Seeing his dog] Come on, Charles. No, not today.
[Charles jumps on Michael and he falls to the ground. Charles licks Michael's face.]
Michael Jordan: Oh, dog, get off of me! Your breath!
Jordan's housekeeper: [Runs out and sees Michael] Mr. Jordan, are you Okay? (To Charles) Get off of him, Charles! Come on!
Michael Jordan: Bad dog! Git! Oh!
Jordan's housekeeper: Come on, Charles! Get off of him! [Grabs Charles by the collar, pulling him away] ]Pooch, stop it! Get off of him before I cook you! Come on, come on, come on, baby, come on.
