Written by Barbie Feldman Adler.
Maeby: Enjoy the 200 bucks.
George Michael: There’s six twenties here.
Maeby: That’s right.
George Michael: Right.
Narrator: And after an evening of drinking, Michael, being the sensible one offered to give Maggie a ride home.
Narrator: The next morning, Michael was wondering how to end his first one-night stand.
Maggie: Coffee?
Michael: Hi. Yes, please, thank you. That’s great, But you know what? I am going to have to read that plea soon. It’s a big case. But I promise later I will call...
Narrator: Michael struggled to follow G.O.B.’s instructions to just walk away.
Michael: I’ll call. And I will. I will call. Hey, who’s this?
Maggie: Oh, that’s Justice.
Michael: Hi, Justice.
Maggie: Hi, Justice. Is he as handsome as he smells?
Maggie: You are funny. Let me see that smile.
Michael: It’s tough with your hand’s in the way.
Maggie: Say when.
Narrator: And suddenly, Michael recalled some non sequiturs from the night before.
Narrator: Michael realized that the woman he was attempting to never see again was blind and he was overcome with guilt.
Michael: When... can we go out again?
Maggie: Really? I thought you were, like, just into this one-night stand kind of thing.
Michael: Come on. I took a blind woman home with no intention of dating her again. Please!
Narrator: George Sr. was continuing to exploit his relationship with Cindi.
George, Sr.: What-What evidence does the government have on old wise George, by the way?
Cindi Lightballoon: Oh, I hate when you call yourself old. You’re new to me!
George, Sr.: Oh, that’s-that’s nice. Do they have a-a file or tapes, or a...?
Cindi Lightballoon: Oh, what’s the use? You’re married.
George, Sr.: Yeah. L-Let me ask you...
