Narrator: Michael, meanwhile, had begun training for the triathlon to keep from humiliating himself in front of Rita.
[montage:]
Steve Holt: Don't ask "can I?" Ask "I can!"
Steve Holt: You can control your bladder when you're dead.
Steve Holt: No blood, no oil!
Steve Holt: There's no "I" in "win."

Narrator: Michael Bluth left for his date with Rebel, surprised to find people working on what he thought was a holiday.
Michael: Boy, you guys don't miss a day, huh?
Narrator: Michael had missed two.
Steve Holt: Yeah.
Michael: What, are you tenting the place?
Steve Holt: Hey, Michael. Yeah. We're getting everything prepped. Not sure if Maeby's in there, or Tobias, or something? Mind if we use the stairs? Gob said he heard something in the attic.
Michael: Oh, yeah, uh, well... Hopefully, it's not my father.
Steve Holt: [chuckles] George Sr.! [laughs]
Michael: Okay. This bug guy really knows our family.

Narrator: And with the extra cash, even got around to spraying for pests at the model home where she was squatting.
Maeby: Hey, so what do I owe you?
Steve Holt: Here you go.
Maeby: That's funny, I actually used to date a guy named Steve Holt.
Steve Holt: Steve Holt!
Maeby: Yeah, that's the guy.
Narrator: Although the house wouldn't remain pest-free for long.
Steve Holt: Heck of a birthday this is shaping up to be.

Steve Holt: All I ever wanted was to spend a little time with my Dad. Maybe go camping. But I guess that'll never happen.
Gob: Look, I know this is going to sound kind of crazy, but my family actually has a cabin in the woods for one more night. Maybe we could go up to Reno, get the keys and go camping. You know, sort of a son-and-son thing.
Narrator: If Steve had had a father, he would've warned him not to go into the woods with strange men, but he didn't.
Steve Holt: Sure! Let's go!
Gob: Okay! This is me right here.
Steve Holt: Oh, okay. [hops on Gob's Segway] Steve Holt!

Narrator: While George Michael waited for the sunset, another set of sons arrived.
Gob: Michael said he'd meet me here. I guess I'll get the keys to the cabin... son.
Steve Holt: I'll go buy some fishing stuff... son.

Steve Holt: [knocks on door] [o.s.] Steve Holt!
Gob: I should go. [runs away]
Steve Holt: [enters] He's hiding from me, isn't he?
Michael: You know, uh, you got to stop saying your name all the time.

Narrator: Michael arrived at the fair, sore from over-training.
Michael: Can't really go that high. I'm in a lot of pain, here.
Steve Holt: Yeah, you know, I figured you'd be that way, so, uh... Coach gave me these. They're, uh, pills filled with oxygen.
Michael: Yeah?
Steve Holt: They keep you from being incontinent. Have one, they're called Oxy-Incontinent.
Narrator: Steve didn't have that quite right.

George Michael: Hey. You know if anyone's home?
Steve Holt: Uh, yeah, Buster's in there. But if you're looking for Michael, you just missed him.
George Michael: [sighs] Oh, so much for apologizing.
Maeby: I'm telling you, he's moved on. Okay? You should, too.
Steve Holt: I just found out my dad went to Mexico without telling me. [chuckles] Welcome to the shitty parents club.
George Michael: No, no, we don't have kids.
Maeby: No.

Narrator: Although there was a kid that Maeby was eager to get away from.
Maeby: You know, Mexico sounds far from Perfecto. So that's perfect. What do you say? Screw it! No rules. Anything goes.
Narrator: A rebounding George Michael found the offer intriguing.
George Michael: Just the cousins.
Maeby: Mm-hmm.
Narrator: Which turned out to be...
Steve Holt: Primos! [laughs]
Narrator: ...this crew.
George Michael: Why do you keep yelling that?
Steve Holt: [laughing] Stop it.

Narrator: Ironically, Michael's son had also experienced car troubles in Mexico, and he wandered across his grandfather's deserted land hoping to find a spare tire...
Steve Holt: Can't believe you didn't know who I was.
Narrator: ...and lose a third wheel.
George Michael: Well, there's nothing we can say now. I wouldn't blame you if you just took off and you don't come back.
Steve Holt: Nah. Primos stick together.
George Michael: Oh. "Cousin." It means "cousins."
Maeby: Ah, that makes sense.