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Burning Love

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Written by Chuck Martin and Lisa Parsons.

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Oscar: Have you seen my other pair of pants?

Lucille: Lupe washed them, and they sprouted. I threw them out.

Oscar: Oh, that puts a lot of pressure on this pair.

Vote: ***** / Average: 4.11 (53 votes)

Lindsay: I think this one’s good. Looks like it would’ve put up a fight.

Lucille: I put up one to get it.

perhaps a reference to Top Banana where Lucille had Luz hide the furs.
Vote: ***** / Average: 3.39 (31 votes)

Lindsay: Hey, as long as it gets Frank Wrench to bid on me.

Lucille: It won’t.

Michael: Hey, Mom, I need to borrow your country club card. There’s a... friend I have that has lunch there often I’d like to run into.

Lucille: Sounds like you’re asking for a favor.

Michael: And I know what that’s going to cost me. I’m willing to bid on you.

Lucille: I’ll give you the money. Start at five grand. If there are other bidders, back off gracefully. Shout out, “I get her 364 days a year for free” or something.

Michael: You’re not going to hear that phrase.

Vote: ***** / Average: 4.55 (64 votes)

Narrator: Soon, Tobias came across a flier that promised to improve both his masculine self-image and his financial standing.

Tobias: They’re literally blue, not sad.

CC: They don’t talk.
Vote: ***** / Average: 4.38 (63 votes)

Narrator: Meanwhile, Michael went to have his accidental encounter with Sally, but had forgotten about the club’s dress code for lunch.

Michael: Excuse me.

Maitre D': We have a dress code for lunch.

moments later...

Michael: I can’t wear this. I look like I’m 16.

Sally Sitwell: Michael?

Michael: Oh, no.

Stan Sitwell: Hello, Michael.

Michael: Stan. Hello, Sally.

Sally Sitwell: Hi. So, are you meeting someone here for lunch?

Michael: No, I-I was going to, then they canceled, so I’m going to take off.

Sally Sitwell: No, just join us, please?

Narrator: Michael knew he couldn’t say no, but he also knew he couldn’t flirt in front of her father.

Michael: Let’s do it.

Narrator: And at another table, G.O.B. was being taken out to lunch.

Lucille 2: Read me the appetizers again.

G.O.B.: “Fried cheese... with club sauce.”ListenListen

Lucille 2: Oh...

G.O.B.: “Popcorn shrimp... with club sauce.”Listen

Lucille 2: (Moans.)

G.O.B.: “Chicken fingers...”

Lucille 2: Oh, stop it, you’re making me dizzy.

G.O.B.: “...with spicy club sauce.”Listen

Lucille 2: No, I mean stop it!

Vote: ***** / Average: 4.62 (146 votes)

Michael: G.O.B.?

G.O.B.: Michael.

Stan Sitwell: Why don’t you join us?

G.O.B.: Oh, no, I’m just helping her eat.

Stan Sitwell: Oh, if you’d prefer privacy...

G.O.B.: What? No. I didn’t even want to have lunch with her in the first place. I just... I would... I just... (Clearing throat.)

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