GOB: Is that George Michael's girlfriend?

Buster: These are my awards, Mother. From Army.

Lucille: I heard about the banana stand and now there's been a break-in. But I have a surprise for whoever it is if he comes back.

Lindsay: I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating.

Buster: Sister's my new mother, Mother.

Maebe: He only talks to her because he thinks she has a penis.

Tobias: Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured.

Tobias: Michael, you are quite the cupid.

George Sr.: Look, I just need something to read.

Narrator: Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family.

Tobias: And second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert.

Buster: Yes, I create a diversion, and you grab George Michael. We need a name...

Lindsay: Nana's fine.

Buster: There's unlimited juice?

Narrator: George Michael did not just get to second base with Maeby, he dove in head first.

Michael: Are you serious?

Lucille Austero: I'm sorry, but you have no courage.

Michael: Why are you squeezing me with your body?

Tobias: I blue myself.

Narrator: And back at the penthouse, Lucille was praying for the second time in her life.

Maebe: You and I are so different. It's like we're not even related.

Maebe: Did you get a job or something?

Lindsay: Oh my God. My foot is bleeding.

Michael Bluth: You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development.

Michael: My mother is opposed to the idea of hiring a new attorney. She'll probably refuse to enter the room if she sees you.

Buster: Oh my god... Oh my god... I killed Michael!

Michael: Well, you certainly haven't been shopping. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag.

George Michael: I have Pop-Pop in the attic.

Lindsay: Bad news. Andy Griffith turned us down. He didn't like his trailer. He thought we were making fun of him.

Lucille Austero: Today, at lunch, you were ashamed to be with me.

Lucille: How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap?

Annyong: Okay, Mom want someone to come with her to my soccer game. She don't want other soccer moms think she single. She old school.

Lucille: You're high!

George Sr.: I think it's a mistake letting George Michael go on this church thing.

Michael: I think George Michael is hiding Ann in the attic.