Narrator: Days earlier, Michael awoke to find his son in his bed.
Michael: Hey, are you scared of a monster?
George Michael: Kind of.
Narrator: It was the monster called lust, to which he'd recently succumbed.
George Michael: And there's a chance you might not even be related to us.
Narrator: And although he'd only gotten to second base, he'd gone in head-first like Pete Rose. And they both got some distressing news.
Tobias: And there you are, Maeby, coming out of your mother's third base. You guys really are related.
Narrator: And that night...
Maeby: You're not sleeping in here now.
George Michael: Yeah, you think that's a bad idea?
Maeby: What, I mean, so we can make out every night?
George Michael: Does that not work for your schedule? I mean, I'm sure we can control our... [Maeby kisses George Michael] You know I'm going to go sleep with my dad.
Maeby: Yeah, I'm going to go get my job back.