Oscar: Look, I'm not I'm not in a hurry to, you know, go it alone. I mean, if you want to hang out, I mean...
Buster: You mean it?
Oscar: Sure.
Buster: Where would we go?
Oscar: Oh, I mean, we like the same things. We could go anywhere we want. I mean, the most important thing is that we're...
Buster: Inside.
Oscar: Outside.
Buster: Outside.
Oscar: Inside.
Buster: Hmm.

Narrator: Meanwhile, another father-son team had had just about enough of their time together... [printer chimes]
Michael: Please be done.
George Michael: I think it's good.
Narrator: ...when the printing process finally concluded.
Michael: Well, it is a wall.
George Michael: Oh, shoot, know what? We didn't uncheck "Make Background Tongue."
Michael: I mean, why do they even call it Two Hour Teeth?

Lucille: Well, the Chinese want dinner with us.
George Sr.: They're in town?
Lucille: They want to go over plans for the wall.
George Sr.: [stammers] Wait. Did you tell them we don't have Lindsay? We lost the election. [Lucille shakes her head] We can't catch a break on this. I mean, it makes you not even want to do business with a hostile nation.

Narrator: But before Oscar could even not share the news with Buster that they weren't on the run, Tobias would not solve a mystery he wasn't trying to solve himself.
Tobias: Oh, sorry, wrong tent. I- What am I doing, apologizing to a mannequin that looks like... Buster?
Oscar: Oh, guys, keep it down. I can hear you all the way in cano- What are you doing here?
Buster: Tobias?
Tobias: I live here.
Buster: So do we.
Tobias: Oh, not for long. Rumor has it they're gonna knock down these tents and put in a Santa Ski Village.
Buster: [sighs] Wow. Seems like we were just celebrating the second of July. We're already talking about December 19.

Buster: Too bad we can't go back to Maeby's. She had quite a sweet setup over at the Spotted Palm.
Tobias: My daughter has a place at the Spotted Palm?
Oscar: Yeah.
Tobias: Perhaps she should get better acquainted with her sibling and mother impersonator.
Buster: No, you have to be 55 and older.
Tobias: Well, that sounds like a challenge to any family that wasn't a ragtag troupe of folks whom I wish to become actors. [chuckles]

Narrator: As it turned out, Tobias's daughter, Maeby, had been playing a part herself, although she was eager to recast the love interest.
Maeby: Hey, how we feeling? Any better?
Stan Sitwell: I don't know. The doctor said the headache should be gone at this point. But I'm having trouble tracking time. But I guess it's only been a day since the accident, right?
Maeby: Oh, my God. I can't believe you're asking me this again.
Stan Sitwell: Have I asked before?
Narrator: He hadn't.
Maeby: Every month.
Stan Sitwell: Oh, no. That can't be...
Maeby: ...right.
Stan Sitwell: Right.
Maeby: See? You always say "right." [chuckles] I'm sorry, it's just, Stan, we've gone over this so many times.
Narrator: No, they hadn't.

Narrator: Back at the cottage, George Sr. kept up the illusion that he had no idea where Buster was.
[Incidental music from The Golden Girls plays]
George Sr.: I don't know about you, but I'm I'm so worried that I can't keep looking anymore.
Lucille: Me, too. We have to take care of ourselves.
George Sr.: Why don't we just order some dinner in? What do you think of that?
Lucille: George, it's two o'clock. Go home.
George Sr.: I was thinking, it could be a, um, dry run for tomorrow night's dinner with the Chinese. They're gonna be looking at us, Lucille, very closely, and we have to be a real team. You know, in the Chinese culture, a good marriage portends a good business relationship.
Lucille: I think I can eat a piece of fish without giving away how I loathe you.

Michael: You both wanted me to go look at the books, but I guess you didn't think that I was smart enough to find this. This was a file on a computer drive called "Gated Community."
George Sr.: What is that?
Michael: Don't play dumb.
Lucille: [stammers] What's playing dumb?
Michael: Stop it. You know exactly what this is. This is a border wall between Mexico and America.
George Sr.: That doesn't look like a mouth to you?
Michael: Well, you gotta get rid of the tongue setting, and anyway, but on a regular printer, I have more than enough proof that you guys are building a wall.

Michael: The wall, okay? Between America and Mexico. A wall, by the way, that you once claimed to be on the other side of.
George Sr.: No. The property is on the other side of the wall. Th- That's all over now because the Mexican Romney said no refundo. I mean, we can't even pay back the investors.
Lucille: [whispers] They're Chinese.
Michael: There's Chinese Romneys?
George Sr.: No, the only Romneys are the Mexican Romneys.
Lucille: Well, and the regular Romneys.
George Sr.: Well, I mean, yes. Obviously the the regular Romneys, but...

Michael: You better figure it out, 'cause I'm not gonna let you ruin the family again.
Lucille: [scoffs] This generation. They go to one therapy session, and all of a sudden their parents are "terrible people," because they once sold tract homes to... God, who even remembers now?
Michael: Saddam Hussein.
George Sr.: Yeah. Sa- I mean, something like that.