Episode Transcript
Written by Mitchell Hurwitz and Richard Rosenstock.
Michael: What are you talking about?
Lucille: I know what you’ve all been saying. But I’m not going to let you destroy my relationship with my son just because you don’t have one with yours right now.
Michael: Wait a minute. Me and my son are fine, and that is not what this is. Buster is a grown man. He can make his own decisions. Why don’t you ask Buster what he wants?
Buster: Michael. I want to go with Mom.
Lucille: You let him go in the sun?
Lucille: Let me tell you something, Michael. You have to fight for your family. If you were smart, you’d grab your son before he slips any further away.
Michael: Well, I disagree, Mom. I’m not going to control George Michael, I’m going to let him decide for himself what’s best.
Lucille: Mm-hmm. Well, you better hope that little bird decides to fly back into your house, because they usually don’t.
Employee: So, uh, can we go now?
Michael: Yeah.
Narrator: And George Michael watched as Maeby shared the kiss that should have been his with the boy he almost had to kiss. But, to Maeby’s surprise, she did not enjoy kissing Steve Holt.
Maeby: You smell like my mom.
Narrator: And Michael returned to the model home to find his son in the kitchen.
George Michael: Hey, Dad.
Michael: You’re home.
George Michael: Yeah, I was waiting for you. I thought we could make some of these.
Michael: Sure.
George Michael: I’m sorry about what I said at the school. It was out of line.
Michael: I shouldn’t have poked my nose into your life.
George Michael: My life?
Michael: Well, I know that you’re growing up.
George Michael: Yeah, but, Dad, you’re like the most important part of my life.
Michael: That’s a little cornball.
George Michael: I don’t mind.
Michael: I don’t mind either, buddy.
George Michael: Watch it.
Michael: Mother of God! Oh! Every damn time!
George Michael: Here.
Michael: This is a big one. Oh!
Narrator: On the next Arrested Development, Tobias gets a review of his Shakespeare play...
Narrator: ... and Buster is back where he belongs.
