Written by Barbie Feldman Adler.
Cindi Lightballoon: We’ll never be together.
George, Sr.: Let me ask you a question.
Cindi Lightballoon: Let’s just go back to what we do best.
George, Sr.: Okay.
Cindi Lightballoon: Tweak me.
George, Sr.: Oh.
Lucille: George!
George, Sr.: Lucille. Hi. This is not what it looks like.
Lucille: It looks like you’re tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence.
George, Sr.: Yep. Yeah, that’s it.
Lucille: Is this why you wanted to fight this thing, so you could run off with this great redwood of a whore?
George, Sr.: Listen to me. She is a fan of mine. She has seen everything I’ve done. You understand? Everything.
Lucille: Well, so have I. And I’m not going to put up with it anymore.
George, Sr.: Okay.
Lucille: You’ll be hearing from Barry.
George, Sr.: All right, hon? Honey? Hon?
Cindi Lightballoon: God, I’m a home-wrecker. I never wanted to be that person.
George, Sr.: No, no, no, no. Cindi, it’s... Cindi?
Narrator: Michael came home, upset that his one-night stand wasn’t over.
Michael: I actually had a pretty interesting night myself.
G.O.B.: Really? What’d you do, read the plea?
Michael: No, I didn’t have a chance to. I went home with someone.
G.O.B.: What’s wrong with her?
Michael: Nothing’s wrong with her. She’s blind.
G.O.B.: Are you serious?
Michael: I didn’t know at the time. And now I’ve got to take her and her dog to the park.
G.O.B.: You’ve got work to do. You’ve got to read that plea.
Michael: I know I got to read the plea. That’s what I was trying to do last night when you put me up to all this.
G.O.B.: No, I didn’t.
Michael: Yes, you did.
Michael: What’s the matter with you? Didn’t you bag some woman that you’re never going to see again?
Narrator: What had started as an innocent flirtation had turned into a series of escalating challenges. Unfortunately, the evening was draining and the one thing they never dared each other to do was consummate the marriage.
