Written by Brad Copeland.
Maeby: I mean, why does everyone have to date, anyways?
Michael: Right, I mean, isn’t family enough for people? And, you know, not to feel sorry for myself, but it’s like I’m being forgotten here.
Narrator: And soon, they all arrived at home.
George Michael: So, uh, you guys have a good talk?
Michael: Yeah, great talk. That cousin of yours is a hell of a girl. It’s too bad you can’t date her.
George Michael: No, I meant... Wait, you wouldn’t have a problem with that? Nothing! No, I was talking about Ann. What’d you think of her?
Narrator: Michael had just discovered he’d left his son’s girlfriend in Mexico.
Michael: She’s going to be fine. We’ve just got to beat the sun. Hey, you think I’m happy about this? But, hey, we are getting that trip together we wanted, though, huh? And look, two exits to Legoland.
George Michael: I just want to find Ann.
Michael: That’s my whole thing, too.
Narrator: And G.O.B. was still searching for a friend.
G.O.B.: Show tonight?
Tobias: Well, I won’t know officially until 8:01. But I figured if I blue myself early, I’d be nice and relaxed for a 9:00 dinner reservation.
Tobias: And if you’d like, I could make that reservation for...
G.O.B.: Looking for some company, or...?
Lindsay: I sure am. What are you doing? You’re going to scare away the Ice.
G.O.B.: Ice?! Ice’s out there? Where’s Michael?
Lindsay: He went back to Mexico.
G.O.B.: I knew he was trying to flee!
Lindsay: Where the hell did he go?
Lindsay: Ice! What are you doing?
Ice: George Bluth, you’re coming with me.
Lindsay: That’s not my father.
Ice: Well, according to my photograph, it is.
Tobias: (Wheezing.) It’s an honest mistake. Also, I think your knee is on my heart.
Lindsay: He’s my husband. My father is probably still in Mexico.
Tobias: Hey, who wants to go to the hospital?
Narrator: And Buster went to his job as a dishwasher.
Buster: This is great! We’re like slave buddies! (Laughs.) Oh!
Narrator: Soon, the guys arrived in Mexico and split up to find Ann.
Michael: Ann? Ann? Oh, thank God you’re all right.
Ann 2.0: Mr. Bluth?
Michael: Ann, oh, thank God you’re all right. Uh, you are Ann, right? Yes, of course you are.
George Michael: Ann!