George Michael: Here you go, Uncle Gob. I had to use two sticks to support all the extra chocolate and nuts.
Michael: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Whoa. Two sticks and extra chocolate? Is it Mardi Gras? What are you charging for that?
George Michael: He doesn't like to discuss money.
Gob: I don't like to discuss money.
Michael: What does that mean, you don't pay for it?
Gob: A Bluth banana? No, I hadn't planned on it. [George Michael chuckles] But I'll tell you what if you want to use my likeness for a Hamburglar-type character I'll sign off on that, Mr. Banana-Grabber.

Michael: I don't do anything for myself. Everything that I do is for this family.
Lindsay: Oh, you don't do it for us, Michael. You just do it because you love being the guy in charge. Cause you love saying no, like you said to Gob when he wanted a frozen banana. And even after he gave you the rights to his Mr. Banana-Grabber character.

Michael: How come you didn't tell me that you didn't file them?
George Sr.: I'm under a lot of pressure. I'm trying to get my newsletter off the ground and I'm trying to decide which gang to align myself with.
Michael: Is it pledge week already?
George Sr.: I've got it down to two but, honestly, I just don't even want to choose. I just feel I feel like the prettiest girl at the dance.

George Sr.: Listen, about that permit thing, that's an easy fix. Just break into the permit office, slip the application into the next file then you tell them, you know, "Hey, you guys screwed up."
Michael: I'm not doing that, Dad.
George Sr.: Michael, you lied to your investors. You gotta make that right. Call Gob. He'll handle it. That's what- That's what he's for.
Michael: That's what he's for.
George Sr.: You better tell him I'm asking. I don't think he's gonna do it for you after you wouldn't even give him a frozen banana, Michael?
Michael: What is there, a chat room that you guys...
George Sr.: That's not charitable.

Michael: George Michael, your uncle has a request.
Gob: One Bluth banana, George Michael.
Michael: Go ahead, give it to him. Gob deserves your respect. And from now on, I want you to do whatever he asks you to do, okay? After all, he is your uncle, and I think we ought to just embrace that.
Gob: Thank you.
Michael: Have I held up my end of the deal?
Gob: I can't believe I gave you animation rights. I hope that doesn't come back and bite me in the ass.

Michael: [answers phone] Hello.
Lindsay: I'm in the wetlands. I've got a poker thing, and I'm gonna clean them up. So the next time you wanna tell me that I'm uncharitable why don't you just ask yourself who called you from the wetlands?
Michael: Who is this?
Lindsay: Nice try. You're the selfish one. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some nature to save. [impales a frog; screams]

Narrator: While Lindsay was finding it difficult to be truly charitable, Michael was looking for an opportunity to rise to Lindsay's challenge and that's when he recognized his mother's fill-in housekeeper at a bus stop.
Michael: Hello there. You're not riding the bus today. Get in this car. I'm not taking no for an answer. Come on. Don't make me get out of this car and put you in here myself. That's right. Here we go.
Narrator: Unfortunately, the woman he picked up wasn't Lupe, but was a total stranger. And upon seeing bones, a shovel and what appeared to be blood, she realized he wasn't who she thought he was.
Woman: Mister, please. [speaks Spanish]
Michael: This is gonna be tricky. I don't speak Spanish.
Woman: Yo "escared".
Michael: Uh-huh. "Izquierdo." I know that one. Left turn it is, Mrs. They call me selfish.

Narrator: Michael thought he was helping his mother's housekeeper, but he had the wrong woman.
Michael: I guess it would just be a guy who you know, grabs bananas and runs or, uh, a banana that grabs things. I don't know. Why would a banana grab another banana? I mean, those are the kind of questions I don't wanna answer.

Narrator: And Lindsay made it to the Save the Wetlands auction with moments to spare.
Lindsay: Hey, Mom.
Lucille: Oh, honey. You're not supposed to show up as the wetlands.

Michael: Hey, I can't believe you. I asked you two weeks ago whether we should use Dad's car, and you said it would be bad form. Now I hear you're driving it.
Gob: That is a lie, a bold-faced lie!
Narrator: Gob was lying. He had been driving his father's car.