Written by Karey Dornetto.
Tobias: And don’t make the water too hot— the scabs come right off.
Michael: So come on, Lindsay, what are we going to do about mother?
Lindsay: Honestly, Michael, all this mother talk... you’re starting to sound a lot like Buster.
Narrator: And Michael realized there was somebody else in the family that would care about this.
Michael: Buster’s going to take this so hard. I cannot let my brother get hurt.
G.O.B.: Oh it’s on “standby”! Got another one in you?
Door closes, footsteps approaching.
Oscar: Someone’s coming!
Buster: Oh, get in the cage and hide behind the mirror, it’ll look empty.
Michael: Buster. You’ve got to talk to Mom about this. She can’t possibly do it. If Dad finds out, he’ll go berserk.
George, Sr.: Dad finds out about what?
Michael: Well, I guess I’ve go choice now. Dad, I’ve got some bad news about Mom and Warden Gentiles... dating.
George, Sr.: Better sit down. (Breathing heavily.) Okay, what’s the news?
Michael: They’re dating.
George, Sr.: Oh, yeah, because she’s my wife. Oh, yeah, damn it.
Michael: Surprised you’re not more upset about this.
George, Sr.: When you first told me. But you see, time passes. Besides, it’s only dinner in the office. It’s not Le Cirque.
Michael: How’d you know it was in his office?
George, Sr.: Well... where the hell else are they gonna go at 4:00 in the afternoon?
Michael: It was around 4:00. You already know about this.
George, Sr.: Come on.
Michael: You’re up to something, right? You both are. She’s working the warden. You’re making fake heads. You’re planning an escape.
George, Sr.: How dare you. I ought to shave your head and make you sit under that camera all night, mister.
Michael: Unbelievable. I was worried that this guy was gonna take advantage of Mom. You both were taking advantage of him. I don’t know why I work so damn hard to keep this family together.
George, Sr.: Michael, can I talk to you for one sec?
Narrator: And that’s George, Sr. got a call from Lucille.
Lucille: P-2-2-5-2.
George, Sr.: Howdy doody, that’s it. Now you get back here so you can smuggle me out past the guards before Michael starts blabbing.
Lucille: You know what? You can smuggle yourself out. You want to get away from me so bad, you’re free. But I’m free, too, baby. I’m staying in the conjugal trailer with the warden tonight.
George, Sr.: Him?
Michael: Hey. Why is there an ambulance out front?