Narrator: George Michael, having failed to get the information he needed from anyone else made the ultimate sacrifice and went to the keeper of the family secrets.
George Michael: So, uh, it's about Maeby.
Lucille: Oh! That's a lost cause. But you get what you pay for, huh?
George Michael: Yeah. Wait. What- What do you mean, "pay"?
Lucille: Fertility tests, lab fees, donors and implants. She's not real. She was made in a cup. Like soup. A hundred and thirty thousand dollar cup of soup. How do you like them egg rolls, Mr. Goldstone? All I know is it took an extra year before we could add a den.
George Michael: So are you saying we're not directly related?
Lucille: I'm saying she already spent her inheritance getting here.