Michael: You know, but listen, did- Did you really think that- that- That you had a... I mean, she's kinda old for you, don't you think?
George Michael: We don't even know how old she is. No one does. She was chaperoning the diversity dance and I thought, like, maybe as a joke thing, I'd go up to her and be, like "Well, hey, do you want to dance?" And she'd be, like, "Ah, what the heck?" Right? Or some I don't know. I did it differently in the mirror, but...
Michael: Right.
George Michael: But, you know, like, we'd be joke dancing or something. I get it. I didn't think it through.
Michael: Don't you think you should be taking somebody your own age? Like your cousin. That's a bad example, but...
George Michael: I feel so stupid. I defaced a rare book to get that picture of Saddam Hussein in a bathing suit.
Michael: "What would Saddam do?"
George Michael: Yeah. Yeah, you know something? You're right. Gob's gonna pay.
Michael: Okay, that is our exact outdoor fire pit.

Narrator: So George Michael, still angry at Gob sought out the family expert on making trouble.
Maeby: I know he was dating that girl Shannon.
George Michael: The cheerleader?
Maeby: Yeah, she's probably gonna take him to that stupid diversity dance. I wish I had someone shocking to take. You know, I actually called Mr. Daniels and asked him but he got all out of breath and dropped the phone. I never heard back.

Buster: Hello.
Annyong: Annyong.
Buster: Yes, Annyong. Your name's Annyong. We all know you're Annyong. Annyong. Annyong. Annyong.

Maeby: Who's this?
Buster: Oh, I'm sorry. This is Annyong.
Annyong: Annyong.
Buster: My mom bought him. She's making me register him for school. He's my new little brother.
Maeby: So we're related. Hey, wanna go to a dance?
George Michael: Oh, great, another uncle to compete with.

Beth Baerly: Did you make this for me? This is so sweet. I love Hussein.
Michael: You mean, you're interested in him.
Beth Baerly: Oh, yes. He is a monster.
Michael: Yeah.
Beth Baerly: Wow. Where did you find this one of him in a Speedo?

Michael: This is what I want to talk to you about, though. Um, Beth I don't think that I can continue to see you. [Beth giggles] But I've enjoyed my time with you. You ever wanna talk ethics-
Beth Baerly: You really mean it? This isn't one of"my wife died" jokes?
Michael: No, I'm afraid this is serious.
Beth Baerly: Oh.
Michael: You see, George Michael made this poster for you. You know, he- he kind of, uh, is in love with you, so...
Beth Baerly: I mean, he knows we're going out. He saw me this morning.
Michael: No, I covered that. I told him that you slept with my brother.
Beth Baerly: That may be the most unethical thing I've ever heard.
Michael: Well, you've only been doing this half a semester. Look, it was a preemptive strike. My brother would've tried to sleep with you.

Narrator: That night, Buster came home to an empty apartment.
Buster: So, it's off with Mother now.
Narrator: In fact, Lucille was just giving Annyong and Maeby a ride.
Buster: You're trying to steal from the wrong man. Watch your back, my little immigrant friend!
[Lupe takes a can out of her handbag and places it on a table]

Steve Holt: Whoa, sorry. Students only.
Maeby: Oh. So you're not letting him in because he doesn't share your perfectly shaped nose, your round eye-shaped eyes, your strong square jaw.
Steve Holt: Thanks. You wanna dance?
Maeby: Yeah!
Steve Holt: All right!
Maeby: Steve Holt!

Michael: Beth! Hey, hi. Listen... Um, I blew it okay? I had to see you. l-I've been giving this a lot of thought, and-and - I have to do the right thing.
Beth Baerly: You're gonna tell George Michael the truth?
Michael: Oh, that's that's your definition of the right thing. I thought I was gonna make a dramatic entrance and tell you that I wanted to see you. Okay. Uh, I'll get right on that. George Michael! Where are you? George Michael!

Beth Baerly: Look, Michael, I hope you find what you're looking for. I mean we had some laughs about some very sad things, but I don't think we have a future. And, Jeremy, I will take that cupcake.
Jeremy: Oh. Okay, um... Hey, uh, you wanna dance?
Beth Baerly: Sure, why not?
George Michael: I can't believe that would have worked.