Episode Transcript
Written by Chuck Martin.
Dr. Miller: Oh, excuse me. (Into phone.) Hello.
Dr. Miller: Oh, my God. I’m getting my gauze.
Michael: You know, I should call George Michael. I’m worried about my son.
Lucille: I’m worried about my son. George Michael will be fine with his aunt and uncle. I want you resting, not using the phone. Let me take care of you.
Michael: You know, you really are more generous than I can remember. But that’s what a parent does, huh? You put your kid first.
Lucille: Rest up, sweetie. You gave me quite a scare.
Michael: “Scare.” Did somebody say, “Let’s give him a sc...?”
Lucille: (Gasping.) What is the matter with me? Clumsy Clara.
Michael: Totally cool. Didn’t feel a thing. You know, Mom, I’m crazy about this aspirin. Can’t believe we give it to children.
Narrator: G.O.B., meanwhile was being visited by Michael’s son, George Michael.
G.O.B.: Michael? George Michael? (Whispering.) You got to go.
Woman on Boat: Where?
George Michael: Uncle G.O.B., is this a bad time?
G.O.B.: No, are you kidding? So, what’s up?
George Michael: I, uh... need you to make some fake IDs for me and Maeby.
G.O.B.: Like a passport?
George Michael: Yeah, yeah, that would be great. Oh, and, uh, preferably French. I like the way they think.
G.O.B.: Look, I don’t want you thinking that your uncle is some sleazy character from The Tux.
CC says “the docks.”
G.O.B.: Good morning.
Woman on Boat: How are you?
G.O.B.: She’s an Olympian... hopeful. Swimming. I’m coaching. Yes, I will make the IDs for you, but we’re going to have to make this quick. Your dad wants me out of here by noon.
George Michael: I wouldn’t worry about him. He’s staying at Gangee’s. He got in a car accident on the way back from the birthday party.
G.O.B.: I told him not to let her drive.
George Michael: No, it was him driving. She’s taking good care of him, too. She won’t even let him use the phone.
G.O.B.: So, you’re telling me that he can’t go anywhere, and he’s incommunicado.
George Michael: Yup.
Narrator: And that’s when G.O.B. decided to take the yacht to South America for the summer.
G.O.B.: I’ve got to alert this boat’s crew. They’ll be devastated.
Narrator: Lindsay put on her new outfit and returned to prison. Back at Lucille’s, Michael was still piecing together the accident.
Michael: Hey, Buster.
Buster: Hey, brother.
Michael: Dr. Miller?
Buster: Yeah.
