Stan Sitwell: Anyway, you're too late. The contract is practically mine. Even you can't underbid me.
George Sr.: Well, you may have a bigger business than me, but you will never have this. And believe me, I'm gonna find out that project you're working on, even if I have to search the public records for the blueprints myself.
Stan Sitwell: Well, unless you search in this office, you will never find them.

Narrator: George Sr. felt discouraged and alone.
George Sr.: Bluth for two I mean, one.
Maitre' D : I thought I already seated you.
Narrator: When he saw a familiar face... His own. On his twin brother Oscar.
Oscar: George! Actually, we came in to use the bathroom, but they sat me. And they have mahi-mahi today. Will you join us? Will you have a mahi-mahi on me? On you.
George Sr.: Fine, but I'm gonna sit opposite you, so it won't look bad.

George Sr.: You know, I shouldn't judge. 'Cause you have friends, and I- I envy that.
Oscar: You're welcome to my friends, brother.
George Sr.: I don't want these.

Narrator: But perhaps due to the absence of Lucille, the two brothers connected as they hadn't in years.
George Sr.: I'm not the big man I thought I was.
Oscar: Forget the past, George. I don't know, maybe it's because I live on the border between the United States and Mexico and-
George Sr.: Hold on. Border?
Oscar: You don't think I live like this all the time, do you? That's why I had so much fun at that party on the Queen Mary. And you paid for my haircut. And you made me dress like you.
George Sr.: Forget the past. What were you saying about that property on the border?

Narrator: Meanwhile, in George Sr. 's sweat lodge, a solution to his problems was emerging, as well Kind of hot, huh?
George Sr.: I'd give $10,000 for a glass of lemonade right now.
Narrator: In the form of a vision.
George Sr.: Sweat... and squeeze.
Narrator: It was to be a "Sweat and squeeze."

Narrator: George Sr. had been passed out for two days after having a vision, which is why this seat was empty at his wife's trial. But soon, he was hard at work...
George Sr.: Okay, look up large mud huts.
Narrator: ...making his vision a reality.
George Sr.: Can fit 20. Do a something search. Used is fine. No, no, I got it. Sweat caves. See what you get. You got 'em? All right, well, then, ship it!

Narrator: And George Sr. had even found a great way to handle the heat.
Oscar: Hey. Hey. He had his twin brother endure it. Did you bring me some lemonade?
George Sr.: No, sir. it is crazy out there. For the first time we are out. Look what I brought you, Mr. Oscar. 50 bucks, your half.
Oscar: Oh, you know, I feel bad taking this. All I did was sit and sweat.
Narrator: Which is why it seemed that Father B. was so resilient to the depleting effects of the sweat lodge.

Oscar: Oh, my God, what's that?
George Sr.: That's the commode. Are you at all concerned that the maca bush is directly downhill from that?
Narrator: He should have been, but Oscar was actually referring to what now appeared to be a divine spirit, personified as an ostrich.
Spirit: You trespass on sacred ground. The spirits command me to warn you. You must leave this land or the land will change you.
George Sr.: Don't worry, he's probably from a local reservation. I'll take care of this. How about you book me two nights for Ray Romano at your casino?
Spirit: The strong will become the weak, the weak will become the strong.
Oscar: And get us close to the front, but not close enough that Ray talks to us.
Spirit: You have been warned. See ya.
George Sr.: I don't know what you saw, but I got an ostrich and no boner.

Narrator: And George Sr. would soon get worse economic news from his attorney.
George Sr.: Oh, this can't be good. I mean, you didn't drive all this distance for good news.
Barry: You've got a balloon payment due on the mortgage on this property. It's about 15 million.
George Sr.: I mean, what am I gonna do? Where am I gonna get that money?
Barry: I thought you were going to sell the land to the government to build a wall.
George Sr.: Yeah, but that was put on hold.
Barry: So? It's election time. Now's the time to get a politician to push for the wall. Isn't that dizzy kook Lucille Austero running?
George Sr.: No, no, she can't know about this. She's the majority owner of my company, and besides, she's so pro-immigrant.
Narrator: She was. She'd even taken in a Latino foster child, which she denied was an attempt to bring in the Hispanic vote. Nonetheless, she did know what cultural buttons to push to win their hearts.

George Sr.: But I'm supposed to meet my wife tonight, which I am dreading, by the way.
Narrator: One of the changes that had occurred over the previous year...
George Sr.: My right rear tire is low.
Narrator: ...was a decrease in the physical intimacy George Sr. and his wife had enjoyed.
Lucille: You're so ugly from behind.