George, Sr.: ... a little doughy.
George, Sr.: I don’t know, maybe it was my fault. Maybe, uh, maybe I just ignored the guy.
Michael: Yeah, I got to let my son go.
Narrator: Lindsay, meanwhile, still had the dress. And she was starting to get some positive reactions to it.
Lindsay: Look at you! I am!
Narrator: So, she decided to hide it in the attic crawl space. And Lucille was finding her hard-won privacy short lived.
G.O.B.: You’re as cold as ice / Willing to sacrifice
G.O.B.: Are you crazy? I’m a magician. I make my living with my hands.
G.O.B.: And if I’m going to be staying here...
Lucille: Staying here? What, did that Mexican throw you out?
G.O.B.: She’s not “that Mexican,” Mom. She’s my Mexican. And she’s Colombian or something. Anyway, it’s over.
Lucille: You’ve got three days.
G.O.B.: Hey... if I can’t find a horny immigrant by then, I don’t deserve to stay here.
Narrator: Back at the model home, Michael was adjusting to the absence of his son by enjoying the company of his brother.
Michael: You know, I’m in pretty good shape. You could be eating my dust all day, slow poke.
Narrator: And Buster was starting to give as good as he got.
Buster: And you might be long bleep and it’s going to long bleep.
Michael: Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
Michael: Hey, Tobias. How’s my son doing?
Tobias: Oh, well, he didn’t want to rehearse today. But I-I do think I have a handle on what he’s going through. I wish I could say the same for Steve Holt, though. I don’t know what the hell her problem is.
Tobias: Oh, uh, I’m sorry. I say that because I switched the parts. But, it’s still... off. Perhaps if she dressed as a woman.
Tobias: Oh, for the love of God. She’s playing a woman.
G.O.B.: Look who’s back.
Lindsay: I’m exhausted.
Michael: Neiman’s again, huh?
Lindsay: Actually, I’ve been going to the thrift store but I’m going to find a way to keep that dress, Michael.
G.O.B.: Things didn’t work out with Mom. It was utterly macabre.
Lucille: Zip me up.
G.O.B.: She always makes everything about her.
Lindsay: Oh, she’s the last person you ever want to need something from.
Michael: She likes to be needed, just as long as it doesn’t cost her anything.