Episode Transcript
Written by Barbie Feldman Adler and Abraham Higginbotham.
Ann 2.0: Oh, no. We’re-We’re both waiting.
Michael: Good.
Ann 2.0: And then that first time, after waiting and waiting, it’s gonna be so awesome! Because it’s not gonna be my love and George Michael’s, but God’s love, as well. God, it’s gonna be incredible!
George Michael: All right, I’ll do it! I’m in.
Michael: Campaign.
George Michael: I’m pumped.
Narrator: As George Michael was on the path to higher self-esteem, Buster was losing what little he had.
- hole in his heart
- Buster’s inability to put in the aorta leaves a hole in the heart.
Buster: Oh, God. I can’t put the aorta in with this thing.
Lucille: Oh, stop complaining. (Gasps.) Buster!
Buster: I’m sorry I’m an inconvenience to you, Mother. Oh, God!
Narrator: As Lupe felt sorry for Buster’s loss of a hand, Lindsay felt sorry for her loss of Lupe. Lindsay had cleaned one room and now had a garbage problem. And while looking for a spot to stash the refuse...
Lindsay: Oh.
Narrator: ...she came upon an old friend.
Lindsay: I haven’t seen this in ages. Ebay!
Narrator: Unfortunately, it was a new friend to George, Sr.
George, Sr.: Polly!
Narrator: And back at the office, Michael came to regret having given G.O.B. the video camera.
Michael: Well, I-I certainly appreciate your decision, uh, but if my brother was here, we could have voted this thing through.
G.O.B.: What’s this? A stuffy office meeting? Well, maybe it’s time for a little office magic.
Ron Michaelson: What’s “office magic?”
G.O.B.: Sometimes it’s as simple as turning 10:45 in the morning into... lunchtime!
Michael: Okay.
Ron Michaelson: Why does lunch have to be so dull?
G.O.B.: Maybe you’d prefer some chicken instead.
G.O.B.: All right, let’s cut. Um, take five, everybody...
Michael: No, no, no, we’re-we’re not taking a five. Hey, is this guy with you?
G.O.B.: Yeah, he’s an actor, Ron Michaelson.
Michael: Well, you know, I-I thought he was an investor. He voted against me, which is the vote that I asked you to be here for, so, no, no. You know what? I don’t know why, but that’s it, okay? I don’t think I can work with you anymore.
Michael’s “breakup” is similar to Lindsay’s “I don’t know why, but that’s it.”
G.O.B.: Well, you kind of have to, guy. I’m the president.
Michael: No, no. I’m the president.
G.O.B.: No, you lost the presidency, just like you did in high school when you refused to play dirty like Dad told you to. Worked when I ran.
Michael: I’m talking about the office here, okay? I do all the work; I’ve been helping you out, but that’s over now.
G.O.B.: I’m sorry to hear you say that, Michael, because it just cost you your job.
Michael: I’m serious. It’s over.
Michael: Yeah, pound is this one here.
G.O.B.: I keep hitting that thing, then the other thing flashes.
Michael: You’re hitting pound and then 0-0.
