Episode Transcript
Written by Jim Vallely and Mitchell Hurwitz.
Tobias: Sounds good. One quick question, though. What if Kitty’s not there and I’m less of a Blue Man and more of a... cocktail waitress?
George Michael: She’s turning again!
Maeby: Hang up! Hang up!
Tobias: I’ll see you there. Thank you, bye.
Narrator: Michael was already at the theater looking for George, Sr., when he ran into Barry doing the same thing.
Michael: Hey, Barry.
Michael: Yeah, where is he?
Michael: Barry, you’re fired.
Barry: What?
Michael: Yeah.
Barry: Just like that? No warning? You’re my only client. What am I supposed to do now? Turn tricks on the street? How much you think I can get for that, by the way?
Michael: All right, this is crazy. I’ve got to let Oscar out of prison.
Barry: What about making out? $50, or is that just L.A.? Am I just...?
Narrator: Soon, Lindsay arrived at the hotel, and the kids finally faced facts.
Maeby: Look, it was just a half-kiss, all right? Maybe that’s the reason why we’re acting weird.
George Michael: It’s because we didn’t finish the kiss? Is that where... Yeah.
Maeby: Yeah, I mean... Do you think we should just finish the kiss, get it out of the way?
George Michael: Let’s get it out of the way!
Lindsay: Hey, kids! Bring the bags, we’re sharing a room!
Maeby: All right, let’s meet back here tomorrow morning. Okay?
George Michael: Yeah.
Maeby: Go.
George Michael: Oh, you... Yeah, I’m gonna, um, (Clears throat.) I’m gonna stay out here and, uh, and watch that famous Reno sunset.
Maeby: Isn’t it behind you?
George Michael: There’s... Yeah, but there’s mirrors. It’ll actually look closer...
Narrator: While George Michael waited for the sunset, another set of sons arrived.
G.O.B.: Michael said he’d meet me here. I guess I’ll get the keys to the cabin, son.
Steve Holt: I’ll go buy some fishing stuff... son.
Michael: So where did you get this kid?
G.O.B.: Yeah, I guess I can tell you now. We were both waiting for our dads at that garden where the little boy found the arm. The kid’s amazing, though. It’s almost like... I wish he could be my dad.
Michael: Okay, um, your dad’s not trying to find you— your son is. That kid’s your son. You’re the dad. Hmm?
G.O.B.: I’ve made a huge, tiny mistake.
Michael: No, no, G-G-G.O.B., G.O.B., you can’t just leave your son in the middle of a parking lot in Reno.
Narrator: And that’s when Michael saw his own son in a parking lot in Reno.
Michael: He drove all the way up here to be with me. Wow. Well, I guess I’m, uh, I’m no better than... No, I’m better.
Narrator: They were an hour out of Reno when George Michael woke up.
Michael: You were out like a light. Pal, our dreams are about to come true.
George Michael: Maeby?
