Michael: You did, huh? About the international accounts?
G.O.B.: Oh, I see what you’re getting at. No, I didn’t get any information.
Michael: That’s great. Good, good, good, G.O.B.. Well, you just lost the touch lamp.
G.O.B.: What? No, Mike! Come on!
Michael: No. The deal’s off. Forget it. I’m going to use the touch lamp to set the mood in the conjugal trailer when Dad’s nailing Mom.
G.O.B.: No! Don’t... Michael! You are filthy!
Narrator: The two cousins reunited , each a little shaken by what they had pretended to be fearless about.
George Michael: So you think they’ll get divorced?
Maeby: I don’t care. I’m not saying I don’t care like kids who say they don’t care when they really do care, ’cause I really don’t care.
George Michael: Right, I know. Who cares, right?
Maeby: I mean I care.
George Michael: How could you not?
Maeby: You know our families are really messed up.
George Michael: I know. We’re like the only normal ones.
Maeby: At least we got each other, right?
Maeby: George Michael?
George Michael: Sorry. Sometimes I just don’t know if it’s going to be a long hug or a short hug or like a middle or a medium hug. It’s hard to tell sometimes. Yeah. It was, it was good. That’s plenty for now. Okay, hug’s gotta end sometime. Obviously.
Narrator: Soon, Michael was driving Lucille to prison and she seemed to be looking forward to it.
Lucille: Where are we going after?
Michael: Hey, Dad.
George, Sr.: Michael. What are you doing here?
Michael: You needed my help an-and I know it’s hard for you to ask, so I took it upon myself to bring her.
George, Sr.: That doesn’t make you uncomfortable?
Michael: Well, yeah, the drive was a little awkward.
George, Sr.: Not every son would do this for his father. I... Thank you for this.
Lucille: Hello, George.
George, Sr.: What the hell is your mother doing in here?
Michael: What are you expecting?
George, Sr.: Oh, I’ve done a bad thing. I’ve done a terrible thing.
Michael: There’s someone else in that trailer— isn’t there?
George, Sr.: I’ve done a repulsive thing.
Michael: Wait, whoa. It’s Kitty?
George, Sr.: Shh!
Michael: How long? When did this start?
George, Sr.: Oh, come on. This is the first time. Every Friday for the last eight years. Michael, Daddy...
Michael: Horny. I got that.
George, Sr.: Oh, come on. Hey, wait a minute. This is easy. This is the easy one. No, I-I’ll go, I’ll go in there with Kitty. I’ll do, I’ll do my thing and then, then I’ll go and see your mother. This is a hard one.
Michael: She’s your secretary.
George, Sr.: See, you’re right. Family first.