Narrator: Actually, Michael hadn't spoken to his son in months and didn't even know he had been in Mexico.
George Michael: Can we get four pretzels, two Cokes, and two Mexican Cokes?
Bartender: My friend, you're in México. We have Coke and American Coke.
George Michael: I didn't wish to offend.
Bartender: I'm sorry. I'm probably grumpy because I was out late last night, raping and murdering.
George Michael: Not cool. I wouldn't joke about that.
Bartender: I rape and murder, and I joke.
Narrator: And feeling unwelcome in this land that was still pretty welcoming, George Michael returned home, but wasn't quite ready to deal with real life.