Editing Decisions
Episode Transcript
Written by Brad Copeland.
Lucille: At least he’s in prison, not an urn.
Lucille 2: You are so deliciously witty.
Lucille: Oh, aren’t we having fun?
Narrator: The other Lucille also suffers from severe vertigo.
Ramon Villalobos, artista del maquillajo de la peca, En Memorio, 1932-2003
Translates as “Makeup artist for freckles.”
Narrator: Lucille Austero, meanwhile, perhaps because she’d never seen him without his glasses, first took notice of Buster. Buster, however, failed to notice her and she sent him a proposition.
Waiter #2: Excuse me, sir. This is for you.
Narrator: Finally Marta’s category was announced.
Marta 1.0: It’s not about the award. It’s crazy, but I thought it would make G.O.B. proud...
Michael: I’m sure in his own way...
Marta 1.0: No, I just think he doesn’t understand family. You know? Commitment. But those are the only things that matter in life.
Narrator: At that moment, Michael realized that this was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and for the first time since he lost his wife, he wanted someone. At the same moment, G.O.B. was ready to retrieve the key to execute his escape.
G.O.B.: Is there a private bathroom nearby?
George, Sr.: You’re looking at it.
G.O.B.: No, no, no. I can’t use that. I need privacy. Yeah, I’ve always been that way. I can’t go without privacy. I can’t pass this key without privacy.
George, Sr.: Well, I could ask the guys to leave, but, uh... you know, they’ve been locking the doors lately. I don’t know.
G.O.B.: I’ve made a huge mistake.
Narrator: Michael was having a wonderful time with Marta and didn’t want the evening to end, while Lindsay was bonding with the man in the tree.
Johnny Bark: You have no idea what it’s like to save a living thing.
Lindsay: For your information, I do. My husband Tobias and I used to do this kind of thing all the time. I guess that’s why I was so attracted to him. He was a serious and committed advocate for change.
Johnny Bark: Where is he now?
Lindsay: He’s at a weekend stage-fighting workshop with Carl Weathers.
Lindsay: But he used to believe in things. We both used to.
Michael: Sorry, Lindsay. I didn’t realize you were up there.
George Michael: You know, I can see why your mom likes it. It is a really nice tree...
Maeby: We’ve got to get it torn down.
George Michael: ...that must die. Stupid tree.
Lucille: Buster’s out of control!
Michael: What, another panic attack?
Buster: Me? No. She’s just wigged out because I have a girlfriend.
Lucille: A waiter hands him a note, suddenly he’s Steve McQueen.
Lucille: He doesn’t even know what she looks like.
Buster: I know she’s a brownish area. With points. And I know I love her!
Lucille: I’m calling Dr. Miller.
Buster: Okay, I don’t know I love her. But I cannot tell you how liberating it is to be with someone who’s not Mom... who’s nothing like her.
Michael: Good talk.
Michael: Hello?
