Fox Hunting Continues
Episode Transcript
Written by Chuck Martin and Lisa Parsons.
Young Sally: Should we go or... stick around?
Young Michael: No! We’re not going to be sticking anything. Not-not going to stick a thing.
Narrator: Since then, he’d always been eager to show her that he’d become a man.
Sally Sitwell: Are you still working here?
Michael: No, no, no, filling in for my son.
G.O.B.: Michael. And wow, Sally... Stickwell.
Sally Sitwell: Right, because the guys wanted to stick it to me.
G.O.B.: Well, no, I... I never... Michael used to say that.
Michael: No, I did not.
G.O.B.: Well, you said other stuff.
Michael: I absolutely did not.
G.O.B.: Man, he loved you!
Sally Sitwell: So, G.O.B., tell me, are you still doing your little tricks?
G.O.B.: Do you consider this to be a little trick?
Sally Sitwell: (Gasps.) Did you just squirt me with something?
G.O.B.: It was lighter fluid. I didn’t put in a new flint. But still, where did the lighter fluid come from? That’s bleep great.
CC has “That’s not the nozzle part.”
Sally Sitwell: Well, Michael, maybe I’ll see you over at the club. We never really took that cart ride, did we?
Michael: And we never will. ’Cause I’m not there. Nor am I here. I mean, I’m here today.
Sally Sitwell: I’m going to go.
Michael: Okay.
Sally Sitwell: Okay.
G.O.B.: Smooth, Michael... like her father’s head, chest, arms, legs and ass.
Michael: Like you did with our biggest shareholder, Lucille Austero?
G.O.B.: That was a one-time thing, Michael. It’s over.
G.O.B.: And you just let Sally Sitwell slip away right when she was ready to go, and you were scared.
Michael: What are you talking about?
G.O.B.: Cock-a, cock-a, co...
Michael: Come on. You gonna get off and do your little dance, too?
G.O.B.: No, I... I hurt my ankle yesterday shooting hoops or something.
Narrator: Michael decided that perhaps he should go after Sally.
