Lucille: It’ll fly out on its own! Why are you calling me? What do you need?
Lindsay: Oh, very nice, Mom. I don’t need anything. My daughter needs some new school clothes.
Lucille: Look, I have a child that costs me money, too, you know. Why can’t you get a job?
Lindsay: What is it with this family and working? Michael just gave me the exact same lecture in front of everybody.
Lucille: Who-who’s ev... Who’s everybody?
Lindsay: You know, the kids, G.O.B., Tobias— everybody.
Lucille: He didn’t invite Buster. Buster’s his brother, too. What’s wrong with Buster?
Narrator: And even as she asked the question, Lucille realized that perhaps it was time to let her own baby bird fly away.
Michael: Why do I have to take him?
Lucille: Because he’s your brother, and you run around with everyone else, going on bike rides, making cornholes. Everyone’s laughing and riding and cornholing except Buster.
Lucille: And I know he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he’s sensitive, Michael, and you could pretend to be interested in him.
Michael: Fine, he can hang out, but he’s going to work, okay? This is not going to be a day at the beach.
Buster: Th-That’s cool, that’s cool. Mom-Mom packed me a change of clothes.
Narrator: So, Buster stayed, and Michael made him build the new bike.
Michael: It’s in that big box in my office.
G.O.B.: Hey. Michael.
Michael: G.O.B., what are you doing here, and why are you in a bathrobe?
G.O.B.: What’s he doing here? Why is he in his bathing suit?
Buster: Mom dropped me off to spend time with Michael.
G.O.B.: Spend time with Michael or to serve her own menopausal needs?
Michael: She’s always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything.
Buster: (Chuckles.) Yeah. Mom’s awesome.
Buster: Maybe we should call her.
Michael: So, why are you in your robe?
G.O.B.: I camped out in the boardroom last night. What with you kicking me out of your house, there are few places left that you have that I can stay.
Michael: Mm. Well, you can’t stay here, either.
G.O.B.: Let me ask you something. Is this a business decision, or is it personal? ’Cause if it’s business, I’ll go away happily. But if it’s personal, I’ll go away, but I won’t be happy.
Michael: It’s personal.
Buster: I am so sorry.
Narrator: Michael’s son, meanwhile, was waiting with his cousin for their first rehearsal.