Written by Barbie Feldman Adler.
Cindi Lightballoon: George! I had to see you. I’m sorry I left before. I just felt so awful, but I kept thinking about us. About our future.
George, Sr.: Yes, I...
Cindi Lightballoon: And I know for a fact we can have one.
George, Sr.: Okay. Whatever this is they have on me. You keep talking about a fact. You keep saying “I know for a fact.” What fact?
Cindi Lightballoon: Faith. I have faith my prayers will free you.
Cindi Lightballoon: Oh, yes it is. You said so yourself in Caged Wisdom.
Narrator: George, Sr. had said faith is a fact. Unfortunately, it was in the Caged Wisdom blooper bonus footage.
George, Sr.: Faith is a fact. No, faith is a facet. I almost said faith is a fact.
George, Sr.: I am going to trial because you don’t understand what a blooper reel is? Guard!
Narrator: And back at the high school, George Michael ran into Maeby.
Maeby: I got an A, check it out. Great job. Take some more money. I got to go. I’m going to this fund-raiser for a sick girl, okay?
Narrator: This rang false to George Michael who knew that fund-raisers, a passion of her mother’s, were something that Maeby would avoid. And later at the courthouse...
Michael: Good afternoon.
Barry: My God, so did you read the plea? We’ve got minutes here, not hours.
Michael: I did read it, most of it. Um, I definitely, definitely read this—this first part of this first, uh, section, uh... No, did not read it.
G.O.B.: Oh, come on, Michael. How many times are you going to screw up before the rest of this family sees you as the screwup that you are.
Michael: Hey, I’m not the lawyer. Why didn’t you read it?
Barry: Excuse me, I got busy with my other clients.
Michael: What other clients?
Barry: He doesn’t know about the divorce?
G.O.B.: It’s an annulment.
Barry: Oh, I looked into that, too. You can only get an annulment if you haven’t consummated the marriage first.
G.O.B.: Well, I guess I’ll just stay married then, because we all know that I closed that deal, right?
Narrator: But he really didn’t.
Lucille: He was talking about my divorce.
Michael: Your what?
G.O.B.: You and Dad are getting divorced?
Lucille: Oh, don’t worry, sweetie, no one is fighting over you. And don’t worry about Barry reading the plea. We’ll let your father rot in prison.
George, Sr.: Take the plea. We’re taking the plea.
Lucille: We’re going to trial. You’re going to lose, and you’re going to stay in there.
Michael: That’s enough, Mom.
Lucille: For him? Nothing’s enough. You’d think a man locked up in prison would able to abstain. Your father with his disgusting tweaking. I couldn’t breast feed any of you kids because of that man.
Barry: They still look fabulous.
George, Sr.: For God’s sake, she was a government informant. This only thing I was pumping her for was information, honey.
Michael: An informant, Dad? Are you crazy? You’re going to blow this whole case.
George, Sr.: It’s blown. It’s over. It’s dead. Take the plea, get me out there.
Barry: Let’s take the plea. It’s so nice and thick.
Lucille: Oh, George, I should have never doubted you. Even when you slept with my sister it was for a good reason.
George, Sr.: Got you to stop drinking, didn’t it?
Michael: All right, listen, this is all getting a little crazy. We cannot accept their conditions if we don’t even know what their conditions are.