Michael: Can I offer you anything?
George Michael: No. I just got two more boxes of Twister from the neighbors.
Michael: Oh, boy, return them.
George Michael: Feel like I have one for every day of the week now. Anyway, you know, I figure that worst-case scenario is I sell this place, and I get my money back. It's not like they're going down in value, right?
Michael: Well...
George Michael: It's a great community. Nobody locks their doors around here.
Michael: You should.
George Michael: Plus, I wanted to make it up to you. You know, I felt terrible about what happened with the dorm and... And things between us. And I've screwed up a lot of things in the past few weeks, and, you know, this is the one thing that I know I did right. I mean, who would not want to raise their kids here?
Narrator: And perhaps this is why he didn't give him the bad news about the neighborhood.

Narrator: And it's hard to know whether it was the chanting of "Put up this wall"...
George Michael: Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention for a moment...
Narrator: ...or the note that promised him a sexual resumption of his anonymous relationship with Rebel that made him say this.
George Michael: Yeah, so, I'm George Maharis, and Fakeblock is real. [crowd cheers, whoops] Let's put up this wall. Put up this wall!
Narrator: But not everyone wants to put up a wall on the Internet.
George Michael: Let's put up- Put up this wall. Have a good night.
Narrator: And the Anonymous who left the note wasn't Rebel.

Narrator: Currently each claimed to be stuck in traffic behind a light aircraft that had landed on the 605 Freeway.
Michael: [on the phone] ...loving that kid too much and letting him fly the plane. And you know what? One more thing. I think I accidentally had the phone flipped around. I recorded my face the whole time, you know? Smartphone, stupid man. Pal, why don't you loop around and film this thing? Someone's got to tell the story.
Narrator: Michael hung up feeling confident he'd had the last word.
Michael: Kidding me?
George Michael: [on the phone] Missed you again, damn. But, you know, I got out of my car here, and I'm standing here now with a paramedic named Tim Ridgley... Can I record some video over there?
Man: No cameras allowed.
George Michael: No camera They're being real tight-assed about this camera thing.
Narrator: But George Michael was proving more adept at lying than anyone suspected.
George Michael: Getting back in my car now. You know, thank God we weren't on that plane.
Narrator: Which would come in handy with a woman who only knew him as George Maharis.

George Michael: Hey, sorry, that was my dad. He can be kind of hard to get off the phone sometimes.
Rebel: Tell me about it. At least he wasn't drunk and bitching about Don Ameche not knowing his lines in Cocoon.
George Michael: He's actually great. If anything, I've been kind of a lousy son lately, but, you know, it's just I mean, at some point, I've got to start living my life.
Rebel: No, I know. I mean, my dad is the nicest guy in the world, but he just doesn't get it. I have to live my life my way. It's like he's always checking up on me. Does yours do that?
George Michael: [sees Michael] Yeah, no, once in a while. Hey, you want to go in here?

Michael: I would've told you that he and I were exactly the same, that we were twins, you know? But now, I wouldn't even think of my son as my brother.
Narrator: Although, in fairness, this is something a Bluth brother would do.

Narrator: And although George Michael felt guilty, George Maharis was already planning his evening with, as it turned out, someone who had also just been put off by his father.
George Michael: [on the phone] Hi, Rebel, it's George M-aharis. My night just freed up, and I was wondering if you wanted...
Rebel: I thought you were having dinner with your dad.
George Michael: Well, you know, older guys, the night ends for them at 8:00.
Rebel: I think I could use a break from the old guys. And I've already got some birth control in me that I paid for myself, and I'd hate to let it go to waste.
George Michael: Well, that's perfect, because I'm not quite ready to have children.

George Michael: Thanks for keeping it down for my RA. You were keeping it down, right?
Rebel: You know what really impresses me about you? How little you try to impress me.
George Michael: Well, I aim to not please.

Doug Fleer: Okay, it's time for a vote. We'll each get one vote.
George Michael: Oh, well, that doesn't really seem fair, because you guys are obviously gonna vote for the same person.
Dean Fleer: Oh, right, yeah, 'cause we're twins, and we have no sense of ourselves as individuals. That's right.
Both: Fine. We'll each get a half vote.
Narrator: And the four men cast their three votes.
Doug Fleer: It's a tie, uh... One and a half to one and a half.
Narrator: The twins were proud to show that they voted differently from one another.
Dean Fleer: We're gonna need a tiebreaker, ugly.
Narrator: Fortunately, they were able to bring in two more half voters...
Doug Fleer: It's a tie.
Narrator: ...who also proved...
Doug Fleer: Two to two.
Narrator: they were capable of having opposite opinions.

George Michael: Maybe we should just bring in a single person now.
Doug Fleer: You mean, like, not a twin?
George Michael: Yeah, just to speed things along a little.
Narrator: And perhaps it was that comment...
Lucas Brother #1: I guess one head's better than two, huh? Twin hater.
Lucas Brother #2: We've been dealing with twincists like you all our lives.
Narrator: ...that united the voting body into a greater cause than expressing their individuality. And with the exception of George Michael's vote...
Doug Fleer: P-Hound. George Michael. George Michael. George Michael. George Michael. George Michael.
Narrator: And one other curiosity...
Doug Fleer: George Michael. Bender from Futurama.
Twin: I almost wrote that.
Narrator: It was a George Michael blitz.
Doug Fleer: George Michael and a half vote for "George Michael, twincist."
Lucas Brother #2: Lucas Twin #2: See you later, twin hater.

Narrator: Gob felt good. He would be able to prove to his brother that he could actually sell a house. George Michael felt good because he could prove to his father that he did indeed support him. And the residents of Sudden Valley felt good because it turns out, the very young-looking man who drove down their street that afternoon...
George Michael: Hi.
Man: Hello, young man.
George Michael: Hi.
Man: How young are you?
George Michael: I'm good. How you doing?
Man: No, how young are you?
George Michael: I'm 22.
Narrator: Twenty-two years was over 21, and they wouldn't have to search for a home that was even more remote.
Man: He's 22! He's 22, but looks 16.