Shock And Aww

Michael was sharing his bed for the first time in years. Unfortunately, it was with his younger brother, Buster.

I don't think us sleeping together is working out.

Absolutely. It's preemptive, you know, happens before something else. So... if you can predict aggression and you wanna squash it... I don't know why you're not typing?

Well, you just passed my ethics test.

Mmm. No ring.

The S.E.C. was onto us. Your father thought it would make us look charitable. He must have forged my signature.

Well, maybe I'll get a son who will... finish his cottage cheese!

I don't have the milk of mother's kindness in me anymore. Yeah, that udder's been dry for a while now, hasn't it?

Besides, when was the last time you slept with someone? - Buster.

Lindsay believed that George Michael wanted to fix up his father... so he could fill the role of his mother.

You're my aunt. - That doesn't matter. Aunts can fill that role.

Lindsay had never been more proud of anything she had said in her entire life.

Yikes.

That's a young, young, young, girl.

Oh... 'Nagarma,' you've got a mustache. Hey! I mean, you've got milk on your mustache. Oh. I mean, you've got a milk mustache.

It's adorable. You look like one of those 'Got Milk' models.

And I watch 'em over and over.

I've also lost four pounds on your low-carb Bluth Banana Jail Bars.

That's a good place to start.

Hey, Linds, is it my imagination... or does this rape room have the same floor plan as our kitchen?

Did you meet Ms. Baerly yet, the ethics teacher? 'Cause I just did. No, not yet. Look, these are our cabinets.

You'd think that would turn him off to the entire concept.

Mmm. No ring.

I guess that's the 'Rrrr' of it. You know, so frustrating.

Yeah. But she's dead.

God, why are we laughing? I don't... Well, it's the Mr. Daniels stroke thing... all over again.

You've got to strip them down to next to nothing before you can even tell.

This is 'Annyong,' who your father and I have adopted.

Lucille could see that her son was concerned, even jealous. And she knew how it felt to be overlooked.

Yes. Annyong is your brother now.

No, no. That was my Mom. She just had... a 'little Korean' dropped off. - Ooh, that sounds good. Let's have that.

This may not have been my best idea.

You took something I liked. I took something you liked.

'Nashbagerlajam.'

Who's 'N. Bahn-Ahden?'

You mean, you love her like... like she loves Saddam. - Right? - No, no. I mean, like, love her love her.

Your Uncle Gob slept with her.

He's not that exact of a target shooter, and he just kind of sprays it everywhere.

Like your cousin. - That's a bad example, but...

I defaced a rare book to get that picture of Saddam Hussein in a bathing suit.

Okay, that is our exact outdoor fire pit.

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

Oh, great, another uncle to compete with.

Don't worry. George Michael's not in there. Those are the dumb kids.

You really mean it? This isn't one of 'my wife died' jokes?

It was a preemptive strike. My brother would've tried to sleep with you.

He's pinching the camera. He's on to us. He's found the camera. Get out of there. He's got the camera. Abort! Abort!

Get the dog. Clean the dog. We are cleaning the dog!

You're trying to steal from the wrong man. Watch your back, my little immigrant friend!

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. - Thanks. You wanna dance?

I slept with the ethics teacher. I'm sorry.

I slept with the ethics teacher. I'm sorry. - What are you talking about? - Lindsay told me that you liked her and I'm not proud of this... but... l... Mrs. Whitehead.

In fact, Gob mistook the civics teacher... for the ethics teacher Michael was dating.

Hey, uh, you wanna dance? - Sure, why not?

I can't believe that would have worked.

That's exactly what I'll do.