Maeby: So, have you told your dad you don't want to go to that school?
George Michael: I'm thinking of just going. I mean, the graduates go on to do great things.
[Buster is hiding by the curtains, wearing a shirt that camouflages him against the wallpaper]
Maeby: I suppose, but that means we won't be going to the same high school.
George Michael: Man, it just keeps getting worse. But he's my Dad. I don't want to disappoint him.
Maeby: Man. You and I are so different. It's like we're not even related.
George Michael: That'd be amazing. [two male prisoners peer at George Michael through the TV] Oh, my God.