Narrator: But back at the model home, an unemployed Michael was doing his own courtroom preparation, - when he had a visit...
George Michael: Hey, Dad.
Narrator: ...from the son who had unemployed him.
Michael: Hello, son.
George Michael: Figured you'd be up here.
Michael: Yeah. Well, that's father-son psychic connection.
George Michael: Well, the drop stairs were down, and you were yelling, "Where is it?"
Michael: Oh, that helps, too.