Narrator: And that's when she ran into her own awful mother.
Lindsay: Mom. What are you doing here?
Lucille: Lindsay. I thought you were a hooker. Again.
Lindsay: It's a wig. No one recognizes me in it.
Lucille: Oh, I recognized you. Let me rephrase that more kindly. I hear you're hooking now with Herbert Love.
Lindsay: It's called hooking up. And, yeah, I got a little sidetracked, but I know who I am now. I'm back to being severely liberal.
Lucille: Well, like I said, the one time you were nice enough to visit me, you are who you are. A blonde, WASP-y Orange County princess who doesn't care about anything but herself, and that's okay.
Lindsay: Ah, sarcasm.
Lucille: No, I'm a Bluth and so are you.
Lindsay: You really know how to twist the knife. But you are right about one thing.
Narrator: Lindsay was done pretending to be red.
Lindsay: I don't need this anymore.