Episode Transcript
Michael: No, I gave them to G.O.B. Who, uh... works there now.
George, Sr.: You let G.O.B. go to Sitwell? What did I tell you? I told you don’t...
Michael: ...let him go, I know, but my point is that I do all the work, Pop.
George, Sr.: Yeah, and he makes all the plays. Don’t you understand? He was the best softball player in the league.
Narrator: G.O.B. was especially gifted at sacrificing his body for the play.
G.O.B.: Yeah! Suck on that, Sitwell!
Narrator: Although, at times, even that wasn’t enough for George, Sr.
George, Sr.: Your Tweety Bird dance just cost us a run, you moron!
George, Sr.: Why do you think Sitwell hired him? You can’t do this. You’re gonna lose the game and you’re going to lose the company and you can’t do this.
Michael: Come on, what are you saying? If I win the game, you’re comfortable with me running the company?
George, Sr.: Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.
Michael: I’ll win the game. And I’ll show him that his little plan didn’t work, all right? We can build houses, we can win games.
George, Sr.: Now that’s what I want to hear!
Michael: We can win games.
Michael: You’re still going to be able to play on our team this weekend, right?
Michael: Okay, looks like I’m gonna need that female backup player after all. Ann’s really good at softball, huh?
George Michael: Yeah, she’s amazing. You know, she’s got this low center of gravity. You can’t knock her over.
Michael: Well, I could knock her over.
George Michael: Dad, I’m telling you, you can’t. They call her “The Wall.” You know?
Michael: Oh, that’s great. But I could knock her over. I won’t, but I could!
Narrator: And Lucille called on an old lover.
Lucille: William?
General Anderson: Yes, ma’am?
Lucille: You don’t remember me?
Narrator: General Anderson had done three tours of duty in Vietnam, but the only memory he’d blocked was being left by Lucille.
General Anderson: Oh, my God, that touch. Oh, how could I forget? Pat.
Lucille: Lucille.
General Anderson: I could never forget that touch.
Lucille: Bill, they’re shipping my son Buster off. I can’t have that happen.
General Anderson: I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do.
Lucille: Is there anything... I can do?
General Anderson: Maybe, if you go downtown.
Lucille: I haven’t done that in 30 years.
Drill Sergeant: You make me want to puke!
Narrator: And so Buster was pulled out of combat training... and put in to USO training.
Buster: Oh... huh...
