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.

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.

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.

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.