Narrator: And yet he did invite Mickey Rourke.
Narrator: And the guys finally did get to Iraq. But Buster’s Arabic was a little rusty and instead of a cab he hired them the only rickshaw in Baghdad.
Buster: So you ready for Operation Hot Brother?
Michael: I’m not ready to call it that.
Narrator: And they arrived at the prison the Americans were training Iraqis to run.
US Soldier: What did you forget? Walk them through the...? The what?
Iraqi Soldier: The metal detector.
US Soldier: That’s okay. Try again.
G.O.B.: My God, you came!
Michael: Okay, okay.
G.O.B.: Oh, I missed you, Michael!
Michael: All right.
G.O.B.: Or should I say robot.
Michael: What, ’cause’m not crying?
G.O.B.: Maybe you don’t have enough RAM to understand this, Michael, but there’s such a thing as brotherly love.
G.O.B.: What’s he doing here? I thought he was in a coma.
Buster: I was trying to prove to this nurse that I’m brave. I need to get a picture of you with the insurgent. I can send it on my phone.
Michael: Why were you arrested by the Americans?
G.O.B.: I was just doing a little off-mission street magic. Trying to make a few dinars.
G.O.B.: And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens.
G.O.B.: And now I would like to behold one of the late great Jesus’ biggest illusions, The Burning Bush.
Crowd: (Chanting.) Burn Bush, burn Bush, burn Bush, burn Bush...
Narrator: But soon the becurity forces arrived to suppress what now appeared to be an anti-American demonstration.
Crowd: Burn Bush, burn Bush...
American MP: That’s okay, use your foot. The thigh bruises. What doesn’t? Try again.
Michael: So you weren’t doing anything for Dad?
G.O.B.: Well, Dad... I mean, he had said if I happened to be in the neighborhood of Sadr City or Momoon, would I mind torching a couple model homes. But you know, Dad’s just trying to keep information out of the hands of the Iraqis.
Michael: I have a feeling he was trying to keep information out of the hands of the federal marshals.
G.O.B.: I’m going to go collect my things and say my good-byes. You guys check me out of here.
Michael: G.O.B., you’re an enemy combatant. It’s not going to be that easy. I mean, I’ll talk to them, but you might want to prepare for a long stay.
G.O.B.: Oh, shoot, I forgot to say good-bye to Yousef.
Michael: That was a lot easier than I expected. Almost too easy.
G.O.B.: Hey, why aren’t we going to the airport?
Michael: Well, I want to go check out this house Dad asked you to burn down. See what he’s hiding. (To cab driver.) I think that’s it, sir.
Buster: (Makes Arabic-like sounds.)
Michael: Buster, this guy speaks English.
Buster: Oh, no. I swallowed a moth.
Richard Shaw: I’m sorry it took so long, but the Cheney Expressway was backed up all the way to Halliburton Road.
Michael: Let’s see what all the mystery is about, huh?