George Michael: You know, I think I'll just I'll stick with George Michael. I mean, at least it was consensual. But I guess the bigger point I'm making is just that it's hard to have any privacy now that they've stuck me with an actual roommate.
Michael: Well, listen, I'm all for kicking P-Hound out, you know that.
George Michael: Well, I didn't really mean privacy from him.
Michael: I know, I know, I know. You want your space from me?
George Michael: Um-
Michael: Look, listen, hey, hey, look, look, listen. Listen, look it. Are you listening? You want your space. I get it. I did not mean to crowd you, pal. Listen, I thought that this was fun, and it is okay if you didn't see it that way.
George Michael: Oh, Dad.
Michael: Buddy, it's not like I don't have someplace to go. You know, I'll just go right back to the model home. They don't have internet there, so I'll just put the law school on pause. It's not like the first time that I've done that. Last time I did that, you were born.
George Michael: You know what?
Michael: Screw it. Maybe I'll just go to the real Phoenix and finish school. They got one in Costa Mesa. Plus they want me for an article. Media wants to talk to Daddy about the real-estate business, and once they do that, - I'm gonna be right back on top. You know what? This is your school rally shirt. Same size, medium. Do you know where mine is? We wear the same size like twin... We're just like twins... Couple of identical...

Narrator: But George Michael was writing code for a block software with his roommate that was proving challenging.
George Michael: It seems like you're leaving a hole just right in the middle of the block.
Narrator: Both because of online threats to his privacy...
P-Hound: Otherwise, people will be able to hack in through a mobile platform portal, and it won't be a block on anything 3G.
Narrator: ...and some in-room threats to his privacy, as well.
Michael: [enters] Buddy, is that schoolwork?
George Michael: No. We're just right in the middle of this software.
Michael: Great, good. Give me the lappy. I'll hit save for you. I got to Skype with my advisor in Phoenix, and if I don't get on right now, he's gonna have to Skype me from a TGI Fridays.

Narrator: And although his mother's day in court was something both he and his college-bound son wouldmiss, Michael truly felt that nothing could go wrong. And then something did. [ground shakes] Not that. That happens all the time. This.
John Beard: The collapse of the California housing market is taking a personal toll with cutbacks here at the station.
Narrator: And since the main Internet and information cable had been severed when the community pool was installed, Michael suddenly found himself living in a ghost town he himself built.

Narrator: And having alienated everyone else in the family, turned to the one person he had left.
Michael: I thought we'd have Thanksgiving here for your senior year.
George Michael: I don't have a kitchen.
Michael: Oh. These are my clothes. Pete died.
George Michael: God.
Narrator: And so Michael moved into his son's college dorm room.

George Michael: I'm putting up a wall. We need to rework our whole system here.
Michael: Sounds like you guys are working on your privacy software?
George Michael: Hey. How'd you find me?
Michael: Uh, Trang's grandfather. Boy, shoot me if I'm 86, living in my grandson's dorm, huh?

George Michael: So can I see it?
Michael: It is not in the terrestrial newsstands just yet. Guess what, though? You, my friend, are in the article.
George Michael: I'm in it?
Michael: You're in it, you're in it. I mentioned you, I mentioned that I'm living in your dorm. I thought that it might help with your popularity problem.
P-Hound: Well, I'm gonna get going while the room is empty, so...
Michael: Okay. Great. See you later. Boy, that's got to drive you crazy, right? The whole reason you had to come to the computer lab was for privacy. It's no wonder you can't get a real girl up there.

Michael: No, well, someone's got to vote for me, that's right. Otherwise, it's suspicious. We don't want a palace coup, right?
George Michael: Well, I'll vote you out.
Maeby: Yeah, I will. Happy to do it.
Michael: I wouldn't make you do that. Then I fall down a flight of stairs, I crack my head open, you feel bad about yourself your whole life.
Narrator: And perhaps it was the chair that fooled Michael into thinking his next idea was a good one.
Michael: What if I vote myself out?
George Michael: You'd do that?
Maeby: How would that help?
Michael: It's simple algebra. You two vote against P-Hound, nobody knows who did what, because there's a vote against me in there, and it's adiós, brothiero. It cannot fail.

Narrator: Michael was pleased with his plan.
George Michael: Won't that make it a tie?
Narrator: Briefly.
Michael: Hmm?
George Michael: I mean, if the two of us vote against P-Hound, and you and P-Hound vote against you, then it's two against two, right?
Michael: Wow, you think that he'd vote against me? I mean...
George Michael: Um...
Michael: All right, new plan.

Narrator: The details of the plan continued to develop through lunch.
Michael: So we got two scenarios. It's either two votes against P-Hound, one vote against Maeby, one against me, with that vote being my own. Or if it's two votes against me, then clearly P-Hound is being nasty, that triggers a recount, and then it's a P-Hound blitz. We all vote against P-Hound, he's gone.
George Michael: Mmm-hmm.
Maeby: What if whoever loses-
George Michael: Yeah?
Maeby: ...refuses to go?
Michael: You think P-Hound would do that? Okay, new plan.

Narrator: And so the planning continued through what should have been Organic Chemistry.
Michael: We all pack ahead of time, really pack a bag, so it doesn't look rigged, you know? And then the loser, straight out the door. I mean, that's the deal. You know, that's the cost of having a vote, that's the price of freedom.
George Michael: You know, maybe it's... Maybe it's better if we're all just direct with each other, you know? Just say what's on our minds.
Maeby: Yeah, I think it's gonna come out anyway.
George Michael: Um... Dad, you know, I've really loved living with you...
Michael: No talking. No talking once the votes come in. You're just right out the door. That's the missing piece. That's it. This plan is foolproof. Oh. I've cherished this, too, pal. Yeah. I mean, how many fathers get to go to college with their kid?