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Narrator:Now the story of a wealthy family who lost everything, and the one son who had no choice but to keep them all together.

Office Worker:I was part of that Cornballer class action suit. I made enough to put a down payment on a Sitwell.

Michael:Well, we've put a lot of people in Sitwells, too.

G.O.B.:Didn't think anybody would be getting on while we were getting off.

G.O.B.:An iPhone 5 charger! Fourth floor.

Michael · Narrator:Just to see the roof of a Rite Aid? Which was the first that G.O.B. had heard of the view.

G.O.B. · Michael:It used to be a 2 Hour Teeth, the whole place. Yeah, I remember the screams.

G.O.B.:I guess it was the 90 Minute Tooth guys across the street that put the 2 Hour guys out of business. I did see that the old Blockbuster is becoming an 'Hour Mouth,' so those guys gotta be shitting themselves.

G.O.B.:Says the guy who hasn't seen the roof of the Rite Aid yet.

G.O.B. · Michael:Boy, what's a bike tire doing on the roof of the Rite Aid? Yeah, that's the $14,000 a month question, isn't it?

Adhir:When they said you were the president of the Bluth Company, I assumed it was in name only. That they hired you to actually work seems wrong. Do you even know what a mortgage is?

Adhir:No, he doesn't. He doesn't know anything. You do, though. You're the smart Bluth, I can see it in your eyes. You read, don't you?

G.O.B.:That's it, go to your office, Adhir. He's the chief compliant officer, so he has to do whatever I comply.

Michael:I'm assuming that's where the conference table went. It's probably too big for that room, and I would get it out, but I can't quite remember how I got it in there.

G.O.B.:Dad is giving a trophy to Lindsay, not me, for the family of the year ceremony tonight.

G.O.B.:I will get a trophy for Dad, for... something. Figure that out later.

Michael · George Sr.:Then why did you move into your son's dorm room? That was a year, okay? And not even a full year, because I got there at Thanksgiving.

Tobias · Michael:Uh... George Michael? Father. It's me, George Michael.

Tobias:Not only are you finding me in your son's pants, but you're also finding out how the sausage is made.

Michael:I don't understand a thing you said.

Tobias:No one was buying me as a straight man. It was a little off-brand.

Tobias:What does Gwyneth Paltrow say? 'Consciously un-cuckold' me.

Tobias Fünke · Michael Bluth:Tobias's therapist mode: 'put my therapist leggings on for one second' followed by 'Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.'

Tobias:Yes, yes, yes. I suppose I did... start too high. Okay, let's bring everyone down an octave.

Tobias:I wish I had known you'd had such depth before I gave your part away to a less experienced actor.

Michael:I didn't know there was such a thing.

Tobias:This is the simplest character in the entire family. He has one personality trait: he always comes back. Well, that and he always has his hands in his pockets.

G.O.B.:You got peanuts in there?

George Michael:There's enough of these for this to be a thing?

Senior Center Worker · George Michael:Looking for a grandparent? No, thank you. I... No, I have enough.

Maeby:That's what the seniors do to keep the young people away. They don't want 'dot-commers' taking over.

Maeby:Oh, my God, I've become my father. ♪ In the most delicious way! ♪

George Michael · Maeby:I didn't want to say anything, but I was like, 'Maeby looks like a 65-year-old.' What if I told you I was 75? Holy shit.

Maeby:It's the teeth. It's the same guy who's doing my meth teeth, you know, for the family of the year thing.

Maeby · George Michael:Where I write a speech for my mom, she talks about how great I am, then... Then you open your mouth and you're like, 'So why do I have to turn tricks for meth money?'

Maeby:I mean, when people catch on, they either forget or they die.

Maeby:Of course, what is there to steal? A few barstools and some family pictures? Anyway, that's how I got those barstools and all these great pictures of grandkids.

George Michael:What a beautiful family you've stolen.

Narrator · Maeby · Stan Sitwell:But whom Maeby did not. [Recognition of Stan Sitwell] Hello.

Maeby:I am her. Sister. I am her sister. You're going the wrong way. Annette? Great idea. Do you think they have one? Have what? Annette. Yes, that's me.

Maeby:Lost all my personal paperwork in Hurricane Cantina.

Maeby:Unless I'm expected to lose a home for the second time.

Maeby:Of course, I could just pack up my shorty shorts, my silky pajamas, my peekaboo bras, my ticklers, sex knobs, and lacy hoo-has and hit the road.

Maeby · George Michael:Oh. He can't hear a thing. He's got horrible aids. Shoedini! The world's first shoe horn... Oh, hearing aids. Yeah, yeah, here they call them aids. The other ones they call aids.

Maeby:Don't worry, if he asks who you are, I'll just tell him you're Tom Collins. He's always asking for a Tom Collins.

Maeby:Believe me, I'm in over my head enough as it is being George Maharis.

Maeby:You perverted that into a way to not hurt him. And then I had to turn down this scuba trip, which is also rude.

Maeby · George Michael:You passed out at the aquarium. They make you feel like you're underwater with all these giant... Dolphins? I think that was some kind of smiling, kind of bemused baby shark.

George Michael:I don't know, things are volatile with my dad right now. It feels very combustible. Feels like we're on the edge of physical menace or something, which I've trained myself for, but has he been training, too?

Maeby:You go to Rebel's, you take my bag of lacy ticklers, hoo-ha bras, dog toys, and sex knobs with you. And you act like you're expecting a booty call, as the old people think the young people say.

Maeby:You tell her, 'I'm here for a quickie, and I'm out of here.' Mr. Brash. And she'll drop you like a buttered cane.

George Michael · Maeby:Something old people say? Yeah. I'm trying to get it going.

Narrator:George Michael's father had drifted farther south than he realized, despite swimming with a GPS system that cost roughly as much as Buster's left thumb.

Narrator:Narrator: 'George Michael's father had drifted farther south than he realized, despite swimming with a GPS system that cost roughly as much as Buster's left thumb.'

Michael · Narrator:My wife died there. Ovarian cancer, actually. He's a liar. And... He shouldn't have said that. Ignore the man.

Narrator:Michael had just discovered his family never sold their family cottage. Lied to me, and that's worse.

Lucille:It was a horrible time for the housing market. Were we supposed to lose our precious daughter-in-law and a couple hundred grand in the same year?

Lucille · Michael:Because we love you. And nobody wanted your feelings hurt. Mm. That was rule one. Rule one? It slipped down a little when we put in the new floors.

Lucille:And by that point, you were already dating and in love with that total re... That totally lovely Rita.

Michael · Lucille:My mother died here. G.O.B. was born here. And I'm sure you've heard, it was also your father's pad. Only from the next room. Please believe me, if I could turn back time, I never would've answered that door.

Lucille:H-Honestly, I never thought you'd get past the guard gate. I could barely get past them when Tobias and I got here.

Lucille Bluth:'Please believe me, if I could turn back time, I never would've answered that door.' [re: George Sr.'s infidelity]

Tobias:But I've already pinked away my sideburns to play Buster at the family of the year ceremony tonight. And Buster's already invited a date.

Tobias · Lucille Murphy:Come out and meet your boyfriend, Lucille. Murph? Oh, I see you finally figured out how to use that contraption. I'm on the phone.

Tobias · Lucille:You are... I'm... A girl. You're a girl, Linds, uh, Murphy B... Lucille. Is he supposed to be me? Uh-uh-uh, Lucille Number 2. She's quite the grande dame. It's basically Michael without the peanut pockets.

Tobias:Actually, sometimes, I think I want to be a dog doctor. Ow!

Lucille:I know 50 gentlemen who would tuck their last nut to play this part.

Lucille:When you see him at the campaign event, you'll think you're looking at a 72-year-old pink mustachioed Lucille Austero.

Lucille · Michael:We can't have Lucille Austero! [Echo] We can't have Lucille Austero. [Echo] She's running against Lindsay, for God's sake. [Echo] For God's sake.

Michael:You're trying to teach me a lesson. You're trying to get even because I'm trying to teach... I don't know why you're trying to teach me a lesson, so lesson not learned, Mother.

Lucille:Michael, did you do something for which we should be teaching you a lesson?

George Sr.:Oh, someone told Michael. Does this mean we can start leaving towels on the floor?

G.O.B. · Michael:I'm making this into a trophy for Dad. I can't wait to see the one you got yourself.

G.O.B. · Narrator:I'm the president or CEO or whatever of the Bluth Company. I control the company checkbook, so I don't need false things to make me feel important. Okay. There's no trophy for that. Although he did visit a trophy store earlier that day.

Trophy Store Owner:Everyone gets a trophy. I tell people to stay away from the business. It's always been a lousy business, and these days everybody shops online. Everybody gets a trophy.

G.O.B.:Well, that may be, but tell me this, how many people get a whole trophy store? You can't be serious. So the guy was like, 'Are you shitting me?' That's usually the sign that you've made yourself a great deal.

G.O.B.:I said, 'I want you to find the biggest golden anchor you can find.' So they didn't have one of those? No, he didn't even have keys to the back room. Also, the heat doesn't turn off.

G.O.B.:This took a couple hours, so once I give this to Dad, then I'll have Joni Beard give me the deed to the trophy store.

Narrator · G.O.B. · Tony Wonder:G.O.B., who hadn't been with a woman since he'd gotten closer to this man... I was wondering what you were going to pop out of. I mean this one... Vámonos. Thought that 'Busty' was referring to this woman...

G.O.B.:Where's the nitrous?

Michael · Lucille:Got my answer. You really don't care about your children's feelings, do you? Oh, you're one to give parenting lessons. I hear I'm not the only one whose son has a nasty left hook.

Michael · Lucille:You know, at least he did something that we have not been able to do. He stood up for himself when his father was wrong. In fact, it might be the thing that I'm most proud of him for. Hope he knows that. Uh, he definitely does not.

Michael · Lucille · G.O.B.:Goodbye forever. See you tonight. See you tonight. See you tonight.

Narrator:But his hopes for an emotional father-son reunion... Were ruined... By an emotional father-son reunion.

Michael · George Sr.:What are you doing in George Michael's bed? Oh... just a little... just a little weep and sleep, you know.

George Sr.:Want to be the big man, so... Can't do it at the office, obviously, and Lindsay's at the penthouse, and I can't go to the cot... Well, we don't... We only... we only have the penthouse, so I-I, uh, I came here.

Michael · George Sr.:I know about the cottage. I hated that rule. Okay. I hated both rules. Oh, yeah, the towels. How'd you get past the guard gate? I came from the water. I knew it. I told her. I told her, 'He's gonna take us from the beach.'

George Sr. · Michael:Because your mom is being courted, Michael. Someone is fawning all over her. I knew she had Buster. No. I knew it. This one's not Buster. I mean, I wish that guy was Buster. Him I could fight, you know? You see, this guy got past me.

George Sr. · Michael:I knew I should've sold that property when Stacy died. Tracey. No, we would've lost a fortune if we sold when Tracey died. No, Stacy was the paralegal I used to bring out there who went into insulin shock at the very height of the market. Sad.

News Anchor:Van Halen was in town this weekend rocking audiences. But some beachgoers are getting rocked in a different way by a group calling themselves the Newport Bay Boys.

News Anchor · Narrator:The news rock pun repeated three times with Van Halen → Nirvana → 50 Cent, spanning decades of music

Dusty/Beach Hippie:Hey! Get off my beach, you stupid seagulls.

Lucille:Care to join me for a glass of breakfast wine?

Narrator:And before long, they were in the first stages of a beautiful early October-late November relationship.

George Sr. · Michael:I mean, he's attracted to her. He's attracted to her. I'm sorry. Why would he be attracted to her if he's blind? And how did he burn off his fingertips? I have no idea what you're talking about. I may have added the fingertips. I assume if he's blind, he's gotta feel her face. But you said you never saw him touch her face? I never said he was blind.

Michael:I just told my son that I broke up with the woman that he's seeing, and in retrospect, I don't know, maybe she did not hear 'I'm leaving' when I said, uh, 'I ain't going nowhere.'

George Sr.:Sounds like a 'goodbye forever' to me.

George Sr. · Michael:Right? But if she tells my son, uh, what I said, you know what he's gonna say. Uh, 'You lied, and that's worse.'

Michael:Yeah, you know, they can't wait to say stuff like that.

George Sr.:Yeah. I mean, at least it won't destroy her life like your mother did mine.

Michael · George Sr.:You gonna be okay here? I ain't going nowhere. Perfect.