OMG Arrested Development!

Michael: I’m serious. I’m driving a staircase, for God’s sake, okay? It smells like gas, I get hop-ons…

George, Sr.: Well, of course, you’re gonna get… You’re gonna get hop-ons.

Michael: I pull down banners, all right? And most importantly, Dad, my son does not like to be seen in it.

George, Sr.: (Laughing.) But he’s okay being seen with that girl? Michael.

Michael: It makes no sense, I know.

George, Sr.: It doesn’t.

Michael: Is there an “N. Bluth” in the family we don’t know about? They say there’s been money found in an account under that name.

George, Sr.: Of course not. The prosecution is trying to test us, see if we’re going to turn against each other. They make stuff up. She doesn’t exist.

Michael: Yet you refer to her as a “she.”

George, Sr.: “He,” “she”—what’s the difference?

Tobias: Oh, hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same.

George, Sr.: Fine. Put the ether on the puppet’s lips, have the puppet kiss her.

G.O.B.: (As Franklin.) I ain’t kissing that old bitch.

George, Sr.: (Strangling Franklin.) That’s my wife, you bastard!

G.O.B.: Dad, that’s my wrist! (As Franklin.) Hey, man, that’s his neck!

Mario: Is that Mr. Bluth there?

G.O.B.: He’s got us, Dad. Come on out.

George, Sr.: He’s talking to you, you idiot. Cover.

G.O.B.: (As Franklin.) I ain’t yo daddy! How’s it going, brother?

Mario: You want to pop the trunk and roll the windows down, please? I’m just messing with you. Hey, Franklin. How you doing, little man?

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