Buster: Yeah, but Oscar and I are living in the attic. I mean, that's because I'm a wanted man.
Gob: Well, that's impossible. You weren't even a wanted child.
Narrator: Which reminded Buster of the poster he'd seen earlier that day at the mall, and which he now realized had another meaning.
Buster: So no one's out there looking for me? But if that's true, I guess technically now we don't have to live in the attic. So I'll just go back to living with George Sr. as my father, and then Oscar can go back to his life with without me.
Gob: Well, that's good news for him, huh?
Buster: Please don't tell him. He's- He's in my life now, and- and I know it's not honest, but I want to kind of keep that going a bit longer.