Narrator: And the kids found themselves closer than ever on the bumpy road to Reno.
Lindsay: [answers phone] Hello?
Tobias: Lindsay, uh, hey, hi. Michael said not to call you, but I I missed you so much.
Lindsay: You miss me? [turns the car around]
Maeby: What are you doing?
George Michael: Nothing.
Lindsay: I was driving out there, but this is crazy. We have to be realistic.
Tobias: No, no, but the thing is, I can't leave Kitty. I just what with all the sexual intercourse and whatnot.
Lindsay: You bastard! [turns the car back around]
George Michael: What are you doing!?
Maeby: Nothing!
Lindsay: I will be backstage after the Blue Man show, whether Kitty likes it or not.
Tobias: Sounds good. One quick question, though. What if Kitty's not there and I'm less of a Blue Man and more of a cocktail waitress? [Lindsay turns the car around again]
George Michael: She's turning again!
Maeby: Hang up! Hang up!
Tobias: I'll see you there. Thank you, bye.

Barry: Hi, Mikey. So, how much do you know?
Michael: I know that Oscar is in prison, and that my father is a Blue Man, and that you are clearly in cahoots with him.
Barry: Ooh, a lot.
Michael: Yeah, where is he?
Barry: I don't know. I was gonna meet him here, but he must have seen you and run off. I was gonna give him this: $250,000 and a passport.
Michael: Just a passport.
Barry: Well, I was up for so long.
Michael: Barry, you're fired.
Barry: What? Just like that? No warning? You're my only client. What am I supposed to do now? Turn tricks on the street? How much you think I can get for that, by the way?
Michael: All right, this is crazy. I've got to let Oscar out of prison.
Barry: What about making out? $50, or is that just L.A.?

Narrator: Soon, Lindsay arrived at the hotel, and the kids finally faced facts.
Maeby: Look, it was just a half-kiss, all right? Maybe that's the reason why we're acting weird.
George Michael: It's because we didn't finish the kiss? Is that where-
Both: Yeah.
Maeby: I mean, do you think we should just finish the kiss, get it out of the way?
George Michael: Let's get it out of the way!
Lindsay: Hey, kids! Bring the bags, we're sharing a room!
Maeby: All right, let's meet back here tomorrow morning. Okay?
George Michael: Yeah.
Maeby: Go.
George Michael: Oh, you... Yeah, I'm gonna, um, I'm gonna stay out here and, uh, and watch that famous Reno sunset.
Maeby: Isn't it behind you?
George Michael: There's- Yeah, but there's mirrors. It'll actually look closer.

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.

Narrator: They were an hour out of Reno when George Michael woke up.
Michael: You were out like a light. Pal, our dreams are about to come true.
George Michael: Maeby?
Michael: Definitely! We are going camping. It's finally happening.
George Michael: It's never happening.

Lucille: Well, now you can spend time with my son. I want your brother Buster to come live with you. And it's not because he has that horrible hook for a hand now. It's the snoring. Listen to this.
[Buster snores on tape]
Lucille: [on tape] This is Buster snoring, Wednesday night. It's driving me craz-
Lucille: You won't even know he's here.

Michael: Tell you what. How would you like to head up to the cabin?
George Michael: Can you afford to skip work?
Michael: I think the president of a "Don't Buy" company can afford to take a day off.
George Michael: We're up from "Sell"? [Michael nods] It's happening, isn't it?
Michael: It's really happening. And it's time for us to start creating some memories. You know, there's been enough disappointment in this family.

Gob: There's only one sleeping bag, so we're going to have to double up.
Michael: Sorry, pal, something came up.
Gob: It is worse to know.
Narrator: Gob was getting life lessons all over the place.

Michael: It's Oscar who is in prison, and if I let him out, people will know that Dad is free and those people out there will end up paying for it. Dad hasn't tried to contact you, has he?
Gob: [scoffs] Yeah, like I'd ever hear from that son of a bitch.
[flashback:]
Narrator: Earlier that day, Gob received a letter from a group that reunited abandoned sons with their fathers-- called S.A.D.
Gob: A father-son reunion? Dad's still in prison.
[present:]
Narrator: But now the letter made sense.
Gob: That son of a bitch.

Michael: Hey, why don't you pop a tent in front with your cousin Maeby?
George Michael: What?! No!
Maeby: I'm not really the outdoorsy type.
Michael: Well, then this is a good chance for you to rub off on her.