Gob: Oh, God, well, you caught us. [grunts] Didn't think anybody would be getting on while we were getting off.

Michael: Gob, what did you do to the Bluth Company? You've been president two weeks.
Gob: Took us to the next level.
Man: [o.s.] An iPhone 5 charger!
Gob: Fourth floor.
[flashback:]
Narrator: Even the landlord was surprised by the move.
Building Manager: Not only would you have to pay a penalty to get out of your old lease, but the rent is double. Just to see the roof of a Rite Aid?
Narrator: Which was the first that Gob had heard of the view.
Gob: I'll take it.

Gob: What do you think? [laughs] It used to be a 2 Hour Teeth, the whole place.
Michael: Yeah, I remember the screams.
Gob: I guess it was the 90 Minute Tooth guys across the street that put the 2 Hour guys out of business. But I did see that the old Blockbuster is becoming an "Hour Mouth," so those guys gotta be shitting themselves.
Michael: Gob, why did you move the business? This is exactly the same.
Gob: Says the guy who hasn't seen the roof of the Rite Aid yet.

George Michael: This is incredible!
Maeby: Right?
George Michael: Why is the lobby so off-putting?
Maeby: That's what the seniors do to keep the young people away. You know, they don't want "dot-commers" taking over.
George Michael: Nice. Like you and me.
Maeby: Exactly.

George Michael: How were you able to get in?
Maeby: Well, when I came back from Mexico, I found a parking pass in Lucille 2's Cadillac, right? And, apparently, she kept a place for these "trysts" with old lovers from years ago. Or they were like co-owners or something. But they just kept it here, empty, until one of them needed it. So that was lucky. [chuckles] I just had to make myself look older, you know?
George Michael: Yeah, I would think that that'd be a great use of the gray wig.
Maeby: No, I went down that road.
Narrator: But wasn't expecting how upsetting it is to see one's self grown old. The moment when a young woman realizes...
Maeby: Oh, my God, I've become my father.

George Michael: Oh, so this is a choice. I didn't want to say anything, but I was like, "Maeby looks like a 65-year-old."
Maeby: What if I told you I was 75? Hmm?
George Michael: Holy shit. You look fantastic.
Maeby: Right? It's the teeth. It's the same guy who's doing my meth teeth, you know, for the family of the year thing. You know that's where I write a speech for my mom, she talks about how great I am, then...
George Michael: Then you open your mouth and you're like, "So why do I have to turn tricks for meth money?" I don't know how you keep all your scams straight.
Maeby: Well, this old lady one is a big, big score. I mean, when people catch on, they either forget or they die. [chuckles] And, I mean, this place is a dream. Nobody even locks their doors. Of course, what is there to steal? [chuckles] 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 had only been in the place for a week and had spent most of that time trying to trap a swan in her condo...
Maeby: What's your problem? It's tuna.
Narrator: ...when she came across a stranger, whom longtime viewers will be mildly surprised to recognize is Stan Sitwell.
Stan Sitwell: Hello.
Narrator: But whom Maeby did not.
Stan Sitwell: Do you live in one of these?
Maeby: This one's mine, yes.
Stan Sitwell: Well, that's strange. Do you realize this condo is listed as Lucille Austero's?
Maeby: Yes. I am her. Sister. I am her sister. [swan honks] You're going the wrong way.
Stan Sitwell: Annette?
Maeby: Oh, that's a great idea. Do you think they have one?
Stan Sitwell: Have what?
Maeby: Annette. Yes, that's me.

George Michael: This place is yours?
Maeby: Not yet, but maybe I'll kick him out sooner than later. Maybe I'll kick him out once he gets off that goddamn chair.
George Michael: That's him right there?
Maeby: Yeah.
George Michael: Why aren't we whispering?
Maeby: Oh. He can't hear a thing. He's got horrible aids.
George Michael: [looks horrified] ... Oh, hearing aids.
Maeby: Yeah, yeah, here they call them aids. The other ones they call [whispers] aids.

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? What was that in the hallway?

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.