Episode Transcript
Written by Jim Vallely and Mitchell Hurwitz.
Michael: And the healing.
G.O.B.: Home run! We’ll do your dirty work for you, Mikey. (Sighs.) You leave the rough stuff to Franklin and me.
Michael: I really got to listen to that CD.
G.O.B.: Hey, Dad.
George, Sr.: Hey.
G.O.B.: You remember Franklin.
George, Sr.: Hey, Franklin.
G.O.B.: (As Franklin.) My man! How ’bout some tongue?
George, Sr.: What? Oh...
Narrator: But Franklin didn’t want a kiss at all. G.O.B. had soaked the puppet’s mouth in ether.
Narrator: And downstairs, Tobias shared his good news with Lindsay.
Tobias: “...opportunity that comes along once in a lifetime.”
Lindsay: Tobias, I am not uprooting my life and moving to Vegas. And maybe this is a sign that our relationship isn’t working, and we should split again.
Tobias: Now, wait a second. I thought we were split up and this would bring us back together.
Lindsay: Well, maybe the fact that we don’t know if we’re together or not is a sign that we should split again.
Tobias: Or stay split up. Okay, forget about Vegas. We’ll stay here and get back together or stay together and either rekindle or fan this fire.
Narrator: And soon, G.O.B. was on his way to dump his father on the police station steps.
G.O.B.: Do you forgive me?
Narrator: And that’s when G.O.B. noticed the CD and card that he’s made for Michael.
G.O.B.: It’s not even open. Michael...
Narrator: Meanwhile, Michael’s meeting with Kitty wasn’t as distressing as he’d thought.
Kitty: The program has changed my life, and I have a sponsor now. (Whispering.) He’s famous.
Michael: That’s great.
Kitty: I can’t tell you who he is, but let’s just say that he was on Night Court.
Michael: Well, you look great...
Kitty: I can tell you who it’s not. It’s not Bull. It’s not Harry Anderson.
Michael: I got it.
Kitty: And he’s white.
Michael: I know who it is.
Kitty: I think what happens is that when I don’t have a man in my life, I tend to go a little crazy...
Michael: Mm-hmm.
Kitty: ...but I’m keeping it together now, and I wanted to tell you I’m not going to try to hurt you guys anymore.
Michael: Don’t suppose I could get that in writing?
Kitty: You did try to blow me up on a boat.
Michael: Sorry about that.
