Oscar: Look who’s back. Let’s all say hello.

Buster: And while you’re at it, let’s all give me a big hand.

Forced laughter.

Lucille: George Michael, get your uncle a bandage for his forehead.

Oscar: And while you’re at it, get two.

George Michael: Oh, my God.

George Michael: (Laughs.)

G.O.B.: What’s the matter, Buster? Did you hurt yourself?

Buster: Hi, G.O.B..

G.O.B.: Oh, my God! What happened to your...? He’s got no hand!

Michael: Buster went swimming in the ocean and according to him, a seal with a bow tie bit off his hand.

G.O.B.: Bow tie?

Tobias: It’s merely the playful mutterings of the shock victim. A seal would never prey on a human, unless, of course, it had acquired a taste for mammal blood.

I mean, how the hell would a seal know how to tie a bow tie anyway? I can barely tie the yellow one that I wear in my act.

Buster: This one had a yellow bow tie!

G.O.B.: Really?

Narrator: And later, Lucille could not contain her guilt any longer.

Lucille: I did this. I prayed that God take anything he wanted from us so that Buster wouldn’t have to go to war.

G.O.B.: Still, I could hunt down that seal.

Michael: Well, they said if you retrieve Buster’s hand, they might be able to do a transplant.

Narrator: And Michael told Lindsay about his commitment to Maggie and the child that wasn’t his.

Michael: It is. It’s great. It’s great. I do think something might be up, though? What if she’s still lying?

Lindsay: Oh, no. You’re trying to get out of this, aren’t you? I thought you were a good guy.

Michael: I am a good guy.

Tobias: Is he trying to get out of having this baby?

Lindsay: We want this child. It’s given us a reason to stay together.

Narrator: In fact, it was investigating the pregnancy that had re-ignited Lindsay and Tobias’ passion.

Tinkling.

Narrator: It was weird.

Michael: Where’s your child?

Lindsay: I don’t have a child, Michael.

Tobias: Oh.

Lindsay: Oh. Did you mean Maeby?