Narrator: Soon it was time for Steve Holt to play his video which had been produced by his new campaign manager, Ann Veal.
Steve Holt: [on video] Hi. I'm Steve Holt.
Steve Holt: [shouts] Steve Holt! [applause]
Gob: This kid's popular? Looks like a chick I did once in high school. [shouts] Get a haircut!
Steve Holt: [on tape] Recently, I've been dealing with the fact that I've never known my father but I finally found a new Father. You're probably wondering what these footsteps are. Well, this is my second take. It's kind of like a second chance at making good.

Steve Holt: It's just, they have this father-son triathlon and I just wanted him to do it with me. Stupid, huh?
Michael: Oh, that's a pretty tough race.
Steve Holt: Only for a wimp, a wuss, a [bleep].
Narrator: And Steve didn't mean pussycat.
Michael: Uh, Steve how'd you like to do that triathlon with me?
Steve Holt: Are you serious?
Michael: Yeah.
Steve Holt: Uncle Mike!
Michael: Steve Holt!
Narrator: Both men felt good about themselves.
Michael: Uncle Mike!
Steve Holt: Steve Holt!

Narrator: And Michael, now feeling a little woozy, arrived to see the triathlon course, which consisted of several tricycles, five inflatable pools...
Michael: What the hell is this?
Narrator: ...and fathers and sons being manacled together.
Steve Holt: Don't let it psyche you out. Did that Oxy-Incontinent set in yet?
Michael: You knew this is what the race was?
Steve Holt: Kind of. I mean, they change it every year, so you can't replicate it on your lawn, but...

Tobias: And Steven Holt. Where is Steven Holt?
Steve Holt: Steve Holt!
Tobias: Yes. Get ready for the acting challenge of your sweet young life, fair lady. For you are my Beatrice.
Steve Holt: Beatrice!
Tobias: Let's take it from "Peace, I will stop thy mouth." Now we'll see if some sparks fly.