A Year To Remember
Episode Transcript
Written by Jim Vallely and Chuck Martin.
Narrator: Meanwhile, Lindsay was helping George Michael with his homework.
Lindsay: Oh, come on, let’s do something. It’s just a stupid essay.
George Michael: I can’t. I don’t want to let down Miss Baerly. She’s nice, you know?
Lindsay: She’s interesting... And pretty?
George Michael: Well, I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I guess there’s just some things you can’t always say to your dad.
Lindsay: Ah. sounds like you’d like her to be more than just your teacher.
Narrator: Lindsay believed that George Michael wanted to fix up his father so he could fill the role of his mother.
Lindsay: There’s nothing wrong with that. Although... I must say I’m a little hurt that you haven’t considered me.
George Michael: You’re my aunt.
Lindsay: That doesn’t matter. Aunts can fill that role. Teachers can fill that role. And, someday, you’re going to find the right woman to fill that role. But until then... I’ll be right across the hall.
Narrator: Lindsay had never been more proud of anything she had said in her entire life.
George Michael: Yikes.
George Michael responded to Tobias’ revelation of being a never nude with “Yikes” also.
Narrator: Meanwhile, G.O.B. was waiting for Michael to show up.
G.O.B.: Oh, there he is. Michael.
Michael: Yes.
G.O.B.: This is Shannon, the girl I’ve been telling you all about.
Michael: Yes. Girl, indeed. Young girl. That’s a young, young, young girl.
G.O.B.: Yeah. Well, she’s 18, so it’s, like... Oh, and this is your date, Nag...
Nazhgalia: Shelley.
Michael: Hell... Oh, my God.
G.O.B.: Well, Shannon wouldn’t go out without a chaperone, so...
Michael: Right.
G.O.B.: She’s your date.
Narrator: It was clear that G.O.B. wasn’t offering an olive branch at all, and, in fact, was still harboring some resentment over Marta.
Narrator: But G.O.B. mistook Michael’s basic human decency for a romantic interest, and felt a competitive urge to step in.
G.O.B.: You know, he’s beyond adorable. Exotic. I find you very attractive.
Michael: Really?
Nazhgalia: Really?
Shannon: Really?
Narrator: And George Sr. was about to get a surprise visitor.
Cindi Lightballoon: Mr. Bluth, I’m Cindi Lightballoon. I’ve studied all your teachings, and I’ve purchased every tape, and I watch them over and over.
Narrator: George Sr. had recently marketed a line of self-help tapes touting his newly discovered spirituality.
Cindi Lightballoon: I’ve also lost four pounds on your low-carb Bluth Banana Jail Bars. I’ve come to learn at your feet.
George, Sr.: That’s a good place to start.
Narrator: And Michael, free of his double date, met Lindsay at Parent-Teacher Night.
Michael: Hey, Linds, is it my imagination, or does this rape room have the same floor plan as our kitchen?
Lindsay: Did you meet Miss Baerly yet? The Ethics teacher? Because I just did.
Michael: No. Not yet. Look. These are our cabinets.
Lindsay: Well, I think she’s perfect for you.
