Written by Jim Vallely and Chuck Martin.
Ms. Baerly: That may be the most unethical thing I have ever heard.
Michael: Well, you’ve only been doing this half a semester. Look, it was a preemptive strike. My brother would have tried to sleep with you.
Ms. Baerly: Well, I want you to leave right now and not come back.
Michael: I know. I understand. I’m sorry. And uh, you will not see me again.
Bell rings. Michael sees George Michael, and ducks back into the classroom.
Michael: Starting right now.
Narrator: George Sr. went on a walk with Cindi and she was getting to him.
Cindi Lightballoon: You can feel safe to fully reveal yourself to me.
George, Sr.: All right. There is... There is something. Come closer.
George, Sr.: It’s weighed heavy on my soul. Uh... You know, the Talmud teaches us to... There you go.
Agent Harris: Oh, you’re kidding me.
Agent Harris: He’s on to us. He’s found the camera.
Agent Cummings: Get out of there. He’s got the camera. Abort. Abort. Clean the dog. We are cleaning the dog.
George, Sr.: (Erotic moaning.)
Narrator: That night, Buster came home to an empty apartment.
Note next to cottage cheese, “I’m taking Annyong to the dance. This is your dinner...”
Buster: So, it’s off with mother now.
Narrator: In fact, Lucille was just giving Annyong and Maeby a ride.
Buster: You’re trying to steal from the wrong man. Watch your back, my little immigrant friend.
Lupe takes a soda can out of her purse and puts it on the table.
Narrator: And the Spring Diversity Dance was in full swing.
Steve Holt: Whoa. Sorry. Students only.
Maeby: Oh, so you’re not letting him in because he doesn’t share your perfectly shaped nose, your round eye-shaped eyes, your strong square jaw?
Steve Holt: Thanks. You want to dance?
Maeby: Yeah.
Steve Holt: All right, come on.
Maeby: Steve Holt!
Narrator: And G.O.B. sought out Shannon...
G.O.B.: Shannon!
Narrator: ...who had found out he had cheated on her with Nazhgalia.
G.O.B.: Shannon, where are you! Shannon! (Aside.) Oh, hey, Lisa. Shannon!
G.O.B.: (To Shannon.) Excuse me. Look. I blew it, okay? But I bought a yearbook ad from you, doesn’t that mean anything anymore?
Michael: Beth? Hey. Hi.
Michael: Listen, um, I blew it, okay? I had to see you. I’ve been giving this a lot of thought and I have to do the right thing.
Ms. Baerly: You’re going to tell George Michael the truth?
Michael: Oh, that’s your definition of the right thing. Uh, I kind of thought is was to make a big dramatic entrance and tell you that I wanted to see you. Okay, I’ll get right on that.
Michael: George Michael? Where are you? George Michael!
George Michael: Uncle G.O.B.
G.O.B.: George Michael. What are you doing at a high school dance?
George Michael: I’m looking for you.
