Narrator: Ironically, Michael's son had also experienced car troubles in Mexico, and he wandered across his grandfather's deserted land hoping to find a spare tire...
Steve Holt: Can't believe you didn't know who I was.
Narrator: ...and lose a third wheel.
George Michael: Well, there's nothing we can say now. I wouldn't blame you if you just took off and you don't come back.
Steve Holt: Nah. Primos stick together.
George Michael: Oh. "Cousin." It means "cousins."
Maeby: Ah, that makes sense.