Arrested Development

George Michael: Save yourself. I'll take the hit. My record's clean. Well, I got my bike seat stolen once, but I don't think it counts on your record if you're the victim. I mean, there is a record, but it's not like -- Maeby: Yeah, thanks. I'll take the rap next time we do something like this, okay?

George Michael: What are you doing? We're supposed to put the form in the wrong file. Maeby: I know. I'm just leaving my calling card. George Michael: I thought we didn't want anyone to know we were here. Maeby: Well, it's a little late for that. Our fingerprints are everywhere. George Michael: But you said they weren't gonna check for fingerprints. Maeby: No, I said don't wear your mittens. I didn't want you to look stupid on the security cameras. George Michael: There's a security camera?

Gob: All right, take this lock-pick, break into the permit office for me. George Michael: I think I'd better check with my dad first. Maeby: You're going to break into a permit office? Sweet. Can I come? Narrator: And George Michael saw a chance to get closer to Maeby. George Michael: You know, my dad hates to micromanage. Let's just do this.

Lindsay: (to a Taxi Driver) I don't know if that smell is you, the car, something you ate, or something you're about to eat, but my God, you're in a service business.

Michael: Gob, can I talk to you for a sec? Listen, um ... I'm really sorry about before. I said some things, and I got a little carried away. It's not the way you're supposed to treat a brother. Especially one that I value so highly. Oh, I need a favor. Gob: That was subtle.

Michael: Hey, Busty, have you been using Dad's car? Buster: No ... Well, yes.

Lucille: (to Lucille 2) I got you tickets to "The Producers". I already saw it in New York. But that's of no use to a woman whose vertigo makes flying a grotesque misadventure.

Lucille: Don't you judge me. You're the selfish one. You're the one who charged his own brother for a Bluth frozen banana. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Michael: You've never actually set foot in a supermarket, have you?

Lucille: Supposedly, Luz had to take her daughter to the hospital. That's Lupe, her sister. Michael: I hope she's okay. Lucille: She's awful. Can barely wash a dish.

Michael: I don't do anything for myself. Everything that I do is for this family. Lindsay: Oh, you don't do it for us, Michael. You just do it because you love being the guy in charge. 'Cause you love saying no. Like you said to Gob when he wanted a frozen banana. And even after he gave you the rights to his "Mr. Banana-Grabber" character.

Lindsay: What car? I don't know what you're talking about. Michael: Dad's car. The one you didn't tell me that you had, even though I had to ride my bicycle to work all week. Lindsay: Oh, Dad's car. Well, obviously, I'm going to use it if it's an emergency. Narrator: Lindsay had such an emergency three days earlier when her salon was able to squeeze her in at the last moment.

Michael: Hey, I can't believe you. I asked you two weeks ago whether we should use Dad's car, and you said it would be bad form. Now, I hear you're driving it! Gob: That is a lie. A bald-faced lie. Narrator: Gob was lying. He had been driving his father's car.

Gob: Give me a "Gob." George Michael: Gob! Gob: No, I didn't mean for you to yell my name at me. It's what I call a double-dipped banana with everything on it.

Kitty: (to investors) Bye, you guys! Really great to see you again ... (to Michael) They think you're full of (bleep). I think it's the sweating.

Michael: (on the phone with Lindsay, after he had said she was uncharitable) Hello? Lindsay: I'm in the wetlands. I've got a poker thing and I'm going to clean them up. So, the next time you wanna tell me that I'm uncharitable, why don't you just ask yourself, who called you from the wetlands? Michael: Who is this? Lindsay: Nice try. You're the selfish one. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some nature to save. (Lindsay hits the ground with her 'poker', and a frog makes a croaking sound) Lindsay: (Lindsay gasps) AAAAH!

Gob: But I'll tell you what. If you want to use my likeness for a Hamburglar-type character, I'll sign off on that. 'Mr. Banana Grabber' or something.

Michael: Come on, face it. You just do all this charity crap just to stroke your ego. You don't even know what the auction's for tonight. Lindsay: The wetlands. Michael: To do what with them? Lindsay: Dry them. Michael: Save them.

George Sr.: I'm under a lot of pressure here. I'm trying to get my newsletter off the ground. I'm trying to decide which gang to align myself with. Michael: Is it pledge week already? George Sr.: I've got it down to two. But honestly, I don't even want to choose. I just feel... I feel like the prettiest girl at the dance.

Lindsay: Look, I screwed up, ok? I'm lost, and I hate them. I hate the wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane, Michael.

Michael: I mean, I guess it would just be a guy who you know, grabs bananas and runs. Or, um, a banana that grabs things. I don't know why. Why would a banana grab another banana? I mean, those are the kind of questions I don't want to answer.