Narrator: Michael decided to head George Michael off before he could get to the club's lobby with a small lie.
Michael: [on the phone] Hey, buddy, it's Dad. Um, I am having real trouble getting up there. This traffic is unbelievable.
Narrator: Which led to a slightly bigger lie.
Michael: We got a light aircraft right in the middle of the freeway. You know?
Narrator: And then some effort to make it foolproof.
Michael: And the kicker is that there's no news crew. I mean, I guess they can't get in either 'cause of the traffic, so no one's going to be able to see this.
Narrator: But perhaps, had Michael not have lied, he wouldn't have felt suspicious when, moments later, he received a return call from his son...
George Michael: You know what? I bet we're sitting in the exact same traffic. This is a mess.
Narrator: ...canceling the get-together entirely.
George Michael: Oh, God, they're forcing us off. They're closing the lanes.

Marky Bark: I knew you wouldn't be on board with this, Lindsay. I'm sorry to say this, but you are losing your passion.
Lucille: What passion?
Marky Bark: Oh.
Lindsay: You don't even look at me. I don't know if I've said this before, it's not important or anything but I'm really, really pretty.
Marky Bark: I'm the straightest guy you know!
Lindsay: Why does every man feel like they have to say that to me?

Narrator: Because Lindsay could only spend so many hours with a shrill, feathered creature
Lucille Austero: [squawks] You look marvelous in that! Look.
Lindsay: I can't believe how I've missed the feel of anything that isn't hemp.
Lucille Austero: And try this on. Isn't that funny? I used to wear that with the Captain. And I was...
Lindsay: Tennille?
Lucille Austero: And not make eye contact, yes! Oh, what am I gonna do, cut it down for my foster child?
Narrator: That is what she wanted to do, until he threatened to call Social Services.