Narrator: Meanwhile, Lindsay was helping George Michael with his homework.
Lindsay: Oh, come on, let's do something. It's just a stupid essay.
George Michael: No, I can't. I don't want to let down Ms. Baerly. She's nice, you know. And she's interesting-
Lindsay: And pretty?
George Michael: Well, I don't know why I'm telling you this. I guess there's just some things you can't really say to your dad.
Lindsay: Ah. Sounds like you'd like her to be more than just your teacher.
Narrator: Lindsay believed that George Michael wanted to fix up his father so he could fill the role of his mother.
Lindsay: There's nothing wrong with that. Although, I must say I'm a little hurt that you haven't considered me.
George Michael: You're my aunt.
Lindsay: [scoffs] That doesn't matter. Aunts can fill that role. Teachers can fill that role. And, someday, you're gonna find the right woman to fill that role. But until then, I'll be right across the hall.
Narrator: Lindsay had never been more proud of anything she had said in her entire life.
George Michael: Yikes.

Michael: What are you doing?
George Michael: It's my ethics essay. I'm supposed to write 200 words on the morality of war whether a preemptive strike is ever justified.
Michael: Absolutely. It's preemptive, you know, happens before something else. So if you can predict aggression and you wanna squash it... I don't know why you're not typing? This is all good.
George Michael: I'm not sure if my ethics teacher would love if I cheated on my essay.
Michael: Well, you just passed my ethics test.

Michael: Buster!
Buster: Hey, Brother.
Michael: [sighs] I don't think us sleeping together is working out. You're a grown man. You should be living with your mother.
Buster: Yeah, I miss Mom.
Michael: I can tell.