Written by Tom Saunders.
G.O.B.: We’re doing this for Michael.
Lucille: Stop her, Buster.
Buster: What am I supposed to do?
Lucille: Stop her!
Buster: Stop yelling at me!
Rita: I’m leaving!
Narrator: And that’s when Buster noticed the seal on Rita’s backpack.
Buster: (Shrieks.)
Rita: (Shrieks.)
Buster: (Whimpers.)
Tobias: Hey, talk about cathartic. Now that’s an act break.
Narrator: Buster had overcome his fear of seals. Unfortunately, he’d done so by knocking out Michael’s new girlfriend.
Lucille: What do we do? She’s going to tell Michael. And he won’t hear the good stuff. He’ll just hear about the beating.
G.O.B.: Wait! Maybe we can give her a Forget-Me-Now. (Singsong.) Here you go, hot dog. Take the pill.
Lucille: What’s a Forget-Me-Now?
G.O.B.: They’re pills that create a sort of temporary forgettingness. So if somebody finds out how you do a trick, you just give ’em one of these, and they forget the whole thing. It’s a mainstay of the magician’s toolkit, like how clowns always have a rag soaked in ether.
Tobias: G.O.B., this is Flunitrazepam. It’s a roofie.
Lucille: Those are illegal.
G.O.B.: Shut up, Mom. Don’t make me give you another one of these.
G.O.B.: Lindsay, help me! Three!
Narrator: Back at the house, Michael finished his work and now late, rushed to pick up Rita. Moments later, Maeby prepared to tell Steve she wasn’t ready for romance.
Maeby: Well, this sends a mixed message.
Narrator: Just as Steve showed up to call things off with his cousin.
Steve Holt: You did all this for me?
Maeby: Yes, well, I’m going to go get sexy.
Narrator: And Michael missed Rita.
Michael: Damn it. Strike two.
Lucille: Take it down. We don’t want anything in this use that says “Rita.”
Michael: (On answering phone.) Hi, it’s Michael I will be coming to the party because I love you, too.
Lucille: Okay, we need a new banner.
Narrator: And that’s when Michael found Rita.
Michael: Great, great. I am going to have to make one quick stop. Maybe you can just wait in the car. It’s just going to be two seconds, I promise.
Narrator: And so Michael raced up to pay his quick respect to Buster.
George, Sr.: Ah, there he is, my favorite son.
