Lucille: You have no idea what it’s like to be abandoned by your son.
Michael: Do you see my son? He chose his girlfriend over me.
Lucille: How the worm has turned.
Michael: Oh, Mother.
Lucille: Look who feels the sting of an ungrateful child.
Michael: Mother, you have to receive something to be ungrateful.
Michael: The point is, I’m not getting worked up over it tonight. I’m not gonna let anything bother me.
Lucille: Good. I’ll get a drink, and then go home, and wait for you to come stay with me.
Lucille: Thank God they’ve got my brands here.
Narrator: This was an unacceptable solution.
Michael: Hey, uh, Tobias, it’s Michael. I hope you get this. I need you to go over to my mother’s tonight.
Narrator: Unfortunately, Tobias missed the call from the Bluth Company, and it went through to Michael’s home voice mail.
Tobias: The Blue Men!
Voices: You have 101 unheard messages. First message.
Lucille: It’s Mother! It’s Mother. Michael, it’s your mother. Michael, pick up. It’s Mother. Michael, it’s Mother.
Michael: Hey, uh, Tobias. It’s Michael. I hope you get this. I need you to go over to my mother’s tonight.
Narrator: And Lindsay showed up at the Christmas Party. Unfortunately, she didn’t realize that the employees had been threatened against flirting.
Lindsay: Oh, hello, Ted. Oh, if you’re worried about my husband, it’s fine. He’s no bigger than a Cub Scout. You could take him, and you could certainly take me.
Ted: This has been pleasant and professional. Good luck in the coming business year.
Lindsay: Hey. Are you guys sticking stuff on G.O.B.’s suit?
Maeby: Shh. Go away. You’re going to ruin it.
George Michael: Aunt Lindsay. How’s the party?
Lindsay: It is the worst Christmas party I’ve ever been to in my life. Now, watch this. (Plays grab ass.) Yep, like my last ten years. And my daughter won’t give me the time of day. How was your party?
George Michael: Oh, it was... it was good. They’re kind of... religious, Ann’s parents, so it was... yeah, it was just kind of...
Narrator: The word George Michael was searching for was “creepy.”
Ann 2.0: (Singing.) / Jesus, bleibet meine Freude / / Meines Herzens Trost und Saft /
Uncle Paul: Let me give you a hand with that, little fella.
Ann 2.0: (Singing.) / Jesus wehret / / Jesus wehret /
George Michael: Oh, okay.
Ann 2.0: (Singing.) / Allem Leide... /
Maeby: Hey, I was talking to the sound guy, and he said he’s got this karaoke thing.
Michael: Yeah, let’s do it. Put the first song on in the book. Okay?
Michael: Thanks very much.
George Michael: Hey, Dad.
Michael: Hey, I thought you were at your party.
George Michael: No, no, they said I could leave for the second hour of silent prayer. But Ann and I do have to go back, so I should... I should go soon.
Maeby: Uncle Michael.
Michael: Okay. I’ll be right there. Sorry. I’ve got to go do this. I’ll be right back.
Narrator: And Michael sang a duet with his niece.
Michael: (Singing.) / Gonna hold her tight / Gonna grab some afternoon delight /