Ann: Oh, no. We're making it worse. Prepare to be swallowed into the depths of hell!
George Michael: So I guess that means no kiss?
Ann: I'm not really in the mood for a kiss. This isn't Marc Cherry's house.

Buster: Where's your dad?
George Michael: I don't know. I just got here.
Buster: Oh, that's right. Mother told me he went to jail. I'm so mad at her. Guess who I just found out my father is?
George Michael: Jail?
Buster: Oscar! He didn't mean to tell me, but I figured it out.
George Michael: No, I mean, my dad is in jail?
Buster: Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. Barry's very good. Okay, I'm going upstairs to take a long shower. I don't even want to smell like Mother anymore.
George Michael: I don't think we're supposed to shower right now, Bus-

Narrator: In fact, Oscar was on his way out of town when he was approached by George Sr who had just escaped from under the house.
George Sr.: I want you to turn me in so you can get the reward, take care of the family.
Oscar: Why would you do that for me?
George Sr.: Because we're brothers.
Narrator: Later, while George Sr. was shaving his unconscious brother's head... he wondered whether there really was a reward, and if there was a way he could get it. But there was no time, and getting even with his brother was reward enough. So it was Oscar who was going to be spending a little time alone in prison.

Michael: I guess Dad finally came through for us, huh? He actually made a sacrifice. Although who knows what he's up to. We should probably just stay away from him, let him have a little time alone in prison. He is right about one thing, though. We're brothers. We shouldn't be fighting. We cannot afford to lose each other.
Gob: I can't. I already lost a brother today.
Michael: Franklin?
Gob: Well, I didn't lose him. But he's all puckered and white.
Michael: On the plus side, you can take him to lunch at the club now.
Gob: [chuckles] That's the kind of joke he would have loved. [they hug] Oh, man! [sings] You know it's true Everything I do
Michael: Please don't do this.
Gob: I do it for you.

Narrator: In fact, Oscar had stayed with Lucille primarily to reconnect with Buster, whom he secretly believed to be his natural son.
Buster: Hey, Uncle. I feel so responsible for that.
Narrator: Oscar had gotten injured on a shoddy device George Sr. had invented when he forgot Buster was wearing a prosthetic hand.
[flashback:]
Oscar: Buster! The Cornballer! [grabs the cornballer and screams]
Buster: It's my father's fault!
Oscar: My fault? I was trying to keep you from burning yourself, you idiot! I mean, yes, yes. George Sr. sure rushed this to market.

Gob: I tried to express something to you in a couple of those numbers and maybe, just maybe, heal this country a little bit. But you, you didn't even bother to listen to it.
Michael: I did listen to it. I-l-l-I am listening to it. Gob. Hey. Maybe the reason I didn't say anything is 'cause I didn't want to embarrass you. It's my favorite, favorite record.
Gob: Well, then you- you [bleep] up. Because I am so embarrassed.
Michael: It's a good CD. It's a really good CD.
Gob: I can't believe that you love it.
Michael: I love it so much.
Gob: Oh, God. Oh, God, look at us. Crying like a couple of girls.
Michael: Aw, you're the only one crying. But I love the music.
Gob: And the card with your face on it?
Michael: And the healing.
Gob: Home run! We'll do your dirty work for you, Mikey. You leave the rough stuff up to Franklin and me.

Gob: Hi, Dad.
George Sr.: Right.
Gob: You remember Franklin.
George Sr.: Hey, Franklin.
Gob: [as Franklin] My man! How 'bout some tongue?
George Sr.: Wha- Oh-
Narrator: But Franklin didn't want to kiss at all. Gob had soaked the puppet's mouth in ether.

Narrator: And soon, Gob was on his way to dump his father on the police station steps.
Gob: Do you forgive me? And he decided to let himself off the hook using his ventriloquist skills. [as George Sr.] I cherish you, Gob. Come here and give me a kiss. [normal voice] I'm driving, Dad. [as George Sr.] Now!
Narrator: It was weird. And that's when Gob noticed the CD and card that he'd made for Michael.
Gob: It's not even open. Michael!

Narrator: Meanwhile, Michael's meeting with Kitty wasn't as distressing as he'd thought.
Kitty: The program has changed my life. And I have a sponsor now. He's famous.
Michael: That's great.
Kitty: I can't tell you who he is. But let's just say that he was on Night Court.
Michael: Well, you look great.
Kitty: I can tell you who it's not. It's not Bull. It's not Harry Anderson.
Michael: I got it.
Kitty: He's white.
Michael: I know who it is.

Narrator: Michael was in police custody after a photo of him helping his father escape had turned up.
Michael: Did you see that picture? That's you, right? Were you holdin' up a photo of me or somethin'?
Gob: Of course you don't recognize it. It's the card from the CD you didn't even open.
Michael: You found that, did you?
Gob: Right between the gearbox and the "pull back from aircraft" lever. So this is how you repay me for how I repay you?