Michael: Mom and Lindsay are pretending to be in rehab. I can't get a hold of Dad. And I have to fly to Iraq myself to get Gob.
George Michael: Do you have to go by yourself?
Buster: Let me go with you. I was trained by Army. I speak the language.
Michael: You speak Arabic?
Buster: [throaty cough]
Michael: What's that mean?
Buster: No, I was just clearing my throat, but I think it actually does mean "laundry" but like, a child's laundry. We don't really have a word for it. But this is exactly what I need to prove to my love that I'm a hero, not a coward. And I have my uniform here. Mother brought it for the photo shoot.