Mrs. Veal: I’m so eager to meet your husband.
Michael: Dad escaped from prison. Did you not know that?
Narrator: In fact, George Sr. had just been picked up by his son.
G.O.B.: Oh, great. It’s stuck. All right, just stay down and let me handle this.
Mario: Is that Mr. Bluth there?
G.O.B.: He’s got us, Dad. Come on out.
George, Sr.: He’s talking to you, you idiot. Cover.
G.O.B.: (As Franklin.) I ain’t yo daddy! How’s it going, brother?
Mario: You want to pop the trunk and roll the windows down, please? I’m just messing with you. Hey, Franklin. How you doing, little man?
Mrs. Veal: So I’m afraid Ann’s with my husband. He had a last-minute vow renewal at the chapel.
Narrator: A call that was made by George, Sr.
G.O.B.: So how do we get her to the church? Tell her you’re in here? Or..., no, cover her eyes and take her to the limo.
George, Sr.: No, you bring her in here, knock her out with this ether and you stuff her into this garment bag. Anyone sees, you do the same. Oh, hi, Tobias.
Tobias: (As Mrs. Featherbottom, singing.) Oh... / Whenever I get a wee bit scared, I hum a little tune / / Hum, diddle-diddly, hum, dee doo... /
George, Sr.: You put a handkerchief over her mouth for a couple of seconds. No more than two, though, ’cause you could kill her.
G.O.B.: I don’t have a handkerchief.
George, Sr.: Fine. Put the ether on the puppet’s lips, have the puppet kiss her.
G.O.B.: (As Franklin.) I ain’t kissing that old bitch.
George, Sr.: (Strangling Franklin.) That’s my wife, you bastard!
G.O.B.: Dad, that’s my wrist! (As Franklin.) Hey, man, that’s his neck!
Michael: Hey, G.O.B.! Mrs. Veal, this is my brother G.O.B. Where’s your pal Franklin?
G.O.B.: Throat’s a little sore. And wrist.
G.O.B.: Nice to meet you.
George Michael: You know, it’s really great you did this. I-I thought you didn’t really even like Ann, but you know, since you do, I thought I could get your opinion. I was thinking of giving her, like, a-a pre-engagement...
George Michael: Yeah.
Michael: Wow, that catches me off guard, George Michael. I’m not sure about that. I just... I don’t know if it’s... I think... I think it’s going to backfire on you. I think that it could backfire on you because it’s going to seem like you’re taking marriage, uh, lightly, you know, and you can’t. It’s very sacred. Sacred. Yeah. That’s it.
George Michael: All right, well, yeah. You know, I guess it did kind of feel right to me, but, yeah, if you... I’ve got to trust you, right?
Michael: Thank you, thank you.
George Michael: Yeah. Hey, maybe I should... maybe I should ask if she wants to get pre-pre-engaged. Add another...
Michael: The mere fact that you’re laughing about marriage means that you’re not ready, okay?
George Michael: What?
Narrator: And Lucille was asked to the kitchen.
Lucille: What’s so important that you’re dragging me away from this miserable party?