Michael: You hired a president?
Maeby: Yeah, we had to, in order to put the company on the market. But the guy I got is kind of an expert at creating the illusion of success.
Michael: Please don't tell me that you made Gob the president.
Gob: Did somebody wonder... [crashes buggy] if somebody else made Gob the president? I wonder.
Michael: Catchphrase could use some pruning.

Michael: Maeby, what are you doing? I thought my son was president.
Maeby: No, he's chief technical officer. The president goes with the company when we sell.
Michael: I'm all for selling Gob, but I thought I talked him out of that. Can I talk to George Michael? Is he here?
Maeby: George Michael? Who's that?
Gob: He's a singer, I think. Like, a gay one. And, you know, you can't convert that stuff away, but yeah, I think that guy is a singer. Do we have Internet?
Michael: Uh, sorry, George Maharis.
Gob: No, I'm not George Maharis. George Michael is George Maharis, and he's in your old office.
Michael: Oh. Thank you.
Gob: Don't know. Once you're gay, you're gay, Michael! God, Michael's so stupid. Everybody's gonna see.

Michael: Let me see that check again. That is not our banana logo, is it?
George Michael: No. Guess that's the bank's logo?
Michael: No. That's an island. This is a check from the Cayman Islands.
Narrator: It appeared there was at least one account Michael hadn't been privy to.
George Michael: I'll tell you what, it feels good to finally hold this check in my hands. Just symbolically, after...
Michael: George Michael, that check-
George Michael: Rip it up?
Michael: No. But, uh, give it to me. It's not even for you. It's for toppings.

Stan Sitwell: What is this?
Tobias: Voices up. [high-pitched] Enchanté.
Stan Sitwell: Are these people your family? Is that why you wanted me to go?
Narrator: And caught with nowhere to hide, she decided to tell the truth.
Maeby: Yes. They are.
Stan Sitwell: I shall pack my things.
Maeby: Well, that was a freebie. Now I just gotta figure out how to get rid of you guys.

Narrator: Back at the office, the employees were growing restless.
Maeby: Which one is getting suspicious?
George Michael: Yeah, I think all of them. They keep throwing these tough tech questions at me, like, "What should we be working on?" Stuff like that.
Maeby: I hate the "What should we be working on?" question. 'Cause then you're tempted to be like, "You know what? We need you to invent Fakeblock." And then the minute you say that...
George Michael: Then they know there's no Fakeblock.
Maeby: Yeah.

Maeby: We did it. We are geniuses.
George Michael: I can stop lying to Dad. I mean, I feel bad for the new owner. It's bogus software. I mean, what if it bankrupts them?
Maeby: Oh, click. How sorry can you feel for some guy who's obviously incredibly rich and has $3 million to drop on a .wav file that's just the sound of a piece of wood.
George Michael: [chuckles] You know... We had those checks issued to you, and you're thinking, "We want to cash those checks." Well, why not?
Employees: Why not?
George Michael: Why the hell not?
Maeby: [laughs] Yeah.
George Michael: Keep doing what you're doing, guys. Cash those checks. We've got jobs.

Michael: How was that meeting with the Chinese investors?
George Sr.: It was fantastic. I mean, that advice you gave us, the honesty thing, it was it was great. Thank you.
Lucille: The truth came out of my mouth as easy as any lie I could've thought of.
George Sr.: She was so believable. I thought she was lying.
Lucille: It was like the opposite of Pinocchio. I swear, I think my nose got smaller.
Michael: Well, wouldn't have been the first time.

George Sr.: Anyway, it worked. The wall is off, and we are out of that contract. Everything is good. And we can start over.
Michael: That's so great. That's so great. That's just- It's perfect. You- You know, you guys finally discovered the value of telling the truth. I just- I wish that you had learned that before you lied to me.
George Sr.: Can you be more specific with that?
Michael: Sure.
George Sr.: Because there's been a number of lies.

Michael: It's great. Did this by himself. All that burden on your shoulders. No one to help you. A little baby Atlas.
George Michael: Oh, is that how you see me?
Michael: Hmm? Oh, doesn't matter. Hey, I got an announcement to make myself, okay? Since I found some extra money, I decided to expand. And what is the company motto? Find a little extra money, put it in a Bluth. I bought Fakeblock.
George Michael: What?
Maeby: No, um... No, this company, uh, B.S. Enterprises, bought Fakeblock.
Michael: I'm B.S. Enterprises. It- It was "Banana Stand," but it's also got a second meaning.
George Michael: Bullshit.
Michael: Bluth and Son.

Michael: I bought you! I had to- I had to use a shell company because I knew you were gonna give me a discount, and I wasn't gonna have that.
George Michael: You bought Fakeblock? This is-
Michael: This is a dream come true, is it not? That's how I felt when I found the money for it in a hidden account.
George Michael: Well, that certainly explains the complete lack of vetting of our software.
Michael: Mm-hmm, sure. Listen, I'm not gonna get involved in any of that tech stuff, even though I did spend that couple of months at the Search campus. But I'm not gonna start coding, 'cause if Fakeblock doesn't work, we lose both companies for good. You understand?
George Michael: I thought it was over.
Michael: I know you thought it was over. Look how emotional he is, huh? Listen, that's why I stepped in. Fakeblock ain't going nowhere.