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Lucille: (on the phone) Then why don't you marry an ice cream sandwich!
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Gob: I should be in charge. I'm the older brother.
Michael: Do you even want to be in charge?
Gob: No ... but I'd like to be asked!
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Narrator: Michael realized that his father had even taken control of the banana stand, but he still had some unanswered questions, so he did a little detective work.
Michael: You burn down the storage unit?
T-Bone: Oh, most definitely.
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T-Bone: Welcome to Bluth Bananas, where bananas are our business. May I interest you in a banana this day?
Michael: T-Bone, what are you doing here?
T-Bone: Oh, your dad gave me this job.
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Narrator: And so, Lindsay and Maeby separately went to the same restaurant to celebrate the jobs they hadn't actually performed, with money they hadn't actually earned.
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Michael: (about Gob) So, what do you want me to do about it?
Lucille: Don't take that tone. He's my son. I want you to make him stop calling me.
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Maeby: We throw away a banana for every buck we take so no one finds out.
T-Bone: Wait a minute. I think you should do that math again.
George Michael: Why? Is it wrong?
Maeby: It's fine. He's an arsonist, not an embezzler.
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Tobias: First of all, I love it. Quick question, though: am I panicked about the fire, or am I being brave for everyone else?
Roger Danish: The fire? It's ... it's a fire sale.
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Lucille: (about Gob) He's very upset. You haven't included him in the business at all. He's your older brother. You could find a little job for him. Make him feel special.
Michael: But he's not special, Mother.
Lucille: No. But he loves you.
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Lucille: Oh, it's probably all in a storage unit somewhere.
Michael: Where's the storage unit?
Lucille: I don't remember.
Michael: Try.
Lucille: Something-dale. I don't know -- Brookfeather, Raintree. It's hot. It was very hot there. I've never been ... get a warrant.
Michael: Don't think I won't.
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Narrator: George Michael's attempt to distance himself from his cousin proved ... unsuccessful.
(George Michael and Maeby are at the banana stand. Maeby dips her hand in the liquid chocolate and then licks her fingers.)
George Michael: I can't tell you how many health codes you're violating right now.
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Michael: What's going on? This is exactly where the two of you were when I left this morning. Is nobody going to even try to get a job?
Lindsay: I have a job, Michael. It's called "supporting my husband."
Michael: You certainly haven't been shopping. The only thing I found in the freezer was a dead dove in a bag.
Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? 'Cause I've only got a couple days left to return it.
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(Michael opens the fridge looking for something to eat, but only finds a bag labeled: "Dead dove. Do not eat.")
Michael: (while looking inside the bag) I don't know what I expected.
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Tobias: Okay, we are just about ass-to-ankles back here, Maeby. Do you want to hop on your cousin's lap there, please?
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Lindsay: Roger was my male counterpart in high school.
Roger: Remember how crazy our hair was back then?
Lindsay: Oh ... What were we thinking? So, what are you doing now?
Tobias: He's, uh, casting my commercial.
Roger: Yeah, trying to. The South Coast Boutique is having a fire sale.
Lindsay: South Coast Boutique? They're having a fire sale?!
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Michael: Well, I got news for you, Gob. Dad still doesn't trust me to this day. He treats me like a low level employee.
Gob: It's better than being treated like the goofball... the joker... the magician (uncrosses arms dramatically and nothing happens)
*pause*
Michael: I thought you were gonna do, like a trick there, like the fireball or something.
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Michael: Or, even better, could you mail this letter for me?
G.O.B.: You can't just give that to a mailman?
Michael: I can't trust a mailman with this. This is important.
Narrator: G.O.B. was intrigued. He also suspected he couldn't return a completely frozen dove to a pet store and get the full refund he felt he was entitled to.
G.O.B.: I'll mail that letter.
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Tobias: I agree with Michael; it's important not to tie your self-esteem to how you look or what people think of you. I mean, look at me— I'm an actor. An actor, for crying out loud. You know how much rejection I face every day? But in this business of show, you have to have the heart of an angel and the hide... of an elephant.
Lindsay: But, you've never actually had an audition.
Tobias: Well... excuse me! Excuse me.
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George Sr.: I haven't had a vacation in years. This is my vacation. I'm exercising, I'm sleeping well.
Michael: You're doing time.
George Sr.: I'm doing the time of my life.
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Maeby: (seeing her mom and grandmother at the restuarant) What are they doing here?
George Michael: They're adults; they're allowed to have fun whenever they want. We're kids; we have work!
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Michael: (to George Michael) I'm gonna give you a promotion. Welcome aboard, Mr. Manager.
George Michael: Wow! I'm Mr. Manager!
Michael: Well, manager. We just say manager. And you can hire an employee if you need one.
George Michael: Do you think I need one?
Michael: Don't look at me, Mr. Manager.
George Michael: Right. It's up to me now. I'm Mr. Manager.
Michael: Manager. We just say, uh --
George Michael: I know, but you just said --
Michael: Doesn't matter who.
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(About Maeby being George Michael's new employee)
Michael: You stay on top of her, buddy ... Do not be afraid to ride her ... Hard.
(George Michael looks petrified)
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(George Michael is preparing to burn down the Banana Stand)
T-bone the arsonist: I'm going to get blamed for this.
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George Sr.: There's always money in the banana stand.
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Tobias: Oh, my God! We're having a fire ... sale! Oh, the burning, it burns me! Evacuate all of the school children! This isn't a fever! Ama ... I can't even see where the knob is ... zing grace!
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Lucille: Luz, that coat cost more than your house. (Lucille looks at Michael)
That's how we joke. She doesn't even have a house.
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Lindsay: Did you enjoy your meal, Mom? You drank it fast enough.
Lucille: Not as much as you enjoyed yours. You want your belt to buckle, not your chair.
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Lucille: You might want to let that fire go out before you stick your face in it.
Lindsay: Ah, that's funny. Because I was going to say, you might want to lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol.
Lucille: Mine was better.
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George Sr.: I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich.
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Fireman: Somebody wanted this place to go.
Michael: Yeah? What do you mean, arson?
Fireman: Oh, definitely the work of a flamer.
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Michael: So, Mom, I'm trying to find...
Lucille: I don't know where they are.
Michael: ...these flight records. You know, it's really more believable if you let me finish.
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Tobias: (auditioning) Fire! Fire! Fire! (singing) Amazing grace, how sweet that sound...