Gob: My God, you came!
Michael: Okay, okay.
Gob: Oh, I missed you, Michael!
Michael: All right.
Gob: Or should I say robot.
Michael: What, 'cause I'm not crying?
Gob: Maybe you don't have enough RAM to understand this, Michael, but there's such a thing as brotherly love. What's he doing here? I thought he was in a coma.
Buster: I was trying to prove to this nurse that I'm brave. I need to get a picture of me with the insurgent. I can send it on my phone.

Gob: Well, I'm going to go collect my things and say my good-byes. You guys check me out of here.
Michael: Gob, you're an enemy combatant. It's not going to be that easy. I mean, I'll talk to them, but you might want to prepare for a long stay.
[minutes later:]
Gob: Oh, shoot, I forgot to say good-bye to Yusef.
Michael: That was a lot easier than I expected. Almost too easy.

George Michael: You see, sometimes shame can be fun.
Michael: Shame?
George Michael: Secrets. You said "shame." He said "shame."

Gob: How does he know about her?
Michael: Huh
Gob: Didn't he say that Gob should be ashamed of himself?
Michael: No, but give it a little while, somebody will.

Michael: So I guess I'll just meet with the prosecutor, ask for a postponement, but that means I'm going to have to go on the record about why you two aren't there. And if you make a liar out of me, we're gonna be in big trouble.
George Sr.: This constant bickering is going to put me in a coma!
Michael: Nice try, Dad.

Narrator: But Buster was finding his fake coma hard to sustain.
Adelaide: It takes a lot of courage to endure what they put you through. Especially since your mother saw that website.
Narrator: Buster was not only providing medical students a live body to learn on...
[flashback:]
Doctor: That's okay. Try again- No, that's a tendon. He'd be screaming right now. It's okay, try again.
Narrator: ...he'd also served as a human canvas for aspiring beauticians.
Beautician: That's okay, you put too much collagen in there. No, no, try it again.
Narrator: ...and a much needed set of teeth for a dental program designed to encourage at-risk youths.
Dentist: That's okay, Turf. No, try again. Oops, you've got your forearm right on his windpipe there, Dogbone.
Narrator: It really was amazing for their self-esteem.
Turf: I did it.
Narrator: Even Buster was moved.

Adelaide: I love you, Buster. Oh, what I would give to hear you say you love me, too. Even if it meant you'd been faking this whole time. Speak to me. Say anything, my love.
Buster: Anything?
Adelaide: [slaps Buster] Faker!
Buster: No, I wasn't faking my love for you. I just don't want to testify at my dad's trial.
Adelaide: Well, you're a coward!
Buster: No.
Adelaide: Oh, Adelaide, how could you let this happen again?

Adelaide: Oh, whoever said vegetables were good for your heart.
Buster: No, no, no. No, please. [falls]
Narrator: Of course, he hadn't used his legs in three weeks.

Narrator: And Michael and Buster checked out of the hospital.
Buster: I can't believe they wouldn't even give me a wheelchair ride.
Michael: We're going to be sitting on a plane for 18 hours to Iraq.
Buster: Yeah, I should definitely get one for the airport.
Adelaide: You're going to Iraq?
Buster: Yes, I'm going to save my brother.
Adelaide: Oh, so you are brave after all. Fighting for your brother. Oh, Buster, you're such a [bleep].
Michael: That means she likes you.

Adelaide: Oh. It's more than like. I'd give anything to have you stay here.
Buster: Well, then I will stay here. I was scared to go anyway.
Adelaide: Faker! I knew you were no good!
Buster: Than I shall go to forget you.
Adelaide: Oh, Buster, don't go.
Buster: I don't want to go.
Michael: I'm going to save everybody a lot of trouble and say that we are going. He is going. Come on, here we go.
Buster: When I miss your lips, I'll put a fig in my mouth and think of you. They have figs over there, right?