Ford is asked, over the course of his career, which of his roles is his favorite.
"I really don't have favorites," he says.
"Are they kind of like your children?" Love interjects.
Ford looks at Love with barely concealed disgust, sighs, then says, "I have said before, and you're forcing me to say again, that they're like your kids. You don't choose which is your favorite kid. It's really for the audience to judge. I don't have favorites."
That's the kind of thing you might expect a man dating a woman young enough to be his daughter to say. Maybe he was peeved because Calista asked to use the car and brought it back with an empty gas tank. Kids!