Written by Brad Copeland.
G.O.B.: Okay, take it easy. Right, right. Stop it, Buster.
Buster: In this magic trick I’m going to put a sword through my assistant’s tummy.
G.O.B.: No patter.
Buster: Whoo.
G.O.B.: We’ve got ’em. I’m going to milk this for a minute.
Buster: My hand! My hand! (Whimpers.)
Narrator: And the audience wasn’t the only one impressed by the performance.
Tony Wonder: Bravo. Hey, give us a sec, would you, Candida? My brother’s widow. It’s bleeped up.
Tony Wonder: Hey, so, the accident angle. Right on.
Buster: (Stammers.)
G.O.B.: Thank you very much.
Tony Wonder: No, thank you. The “How dey do dat’s” ate it up. Sorry, that’s what we call the audience.
G.O.B.: I know... I know all about that. I used to have a solo act. There was talking of boiling me into a bisque at one point.
Tony Wonder: Not registering.
Tony Wonder: But you hitched your wagon to the right star. I want you guys on my next DVD.
G.O.B.: You want us for Use Your Illusion?
Tony Wonder: Actually, some band has got the rights to that title, so I’m thinking like Use Your Illusion 2.
Tony Wonder: But, yeah, meet me out there tomorrow. And if you get thirsty... (Screams in pain.) Ah! (Groans.) (Groaning continues.) (Grunts.) Have a free round of drinks courtesy of Tony Wonder.
Buster: It’s a Subway Sub Club card.
G.O.B.: That’s a magician.
Buster: Oh, it still needs three stamps.
Narrator: Michael had just come around from his appendectomy.
Michael: What are you talking about, he’s driving? I told Lindsay not to teach him. I was going to videotape that hop-on.
George Michael: Hey, Dad. How you feeling?
Michael: Bad, George Michael. I just found out Lindsay’s teaching you how to drive.
George Michael: Yeah, she’s still trying to get the stairs un-wedged from the Emergency Room overhang.
