Narrator: The Save Our Bluths Party was starting to heat up. But the same could not be said for Lindsay's chicken.
Gob: What is going on? They're getting restless. I can't offer to [bleep] him in front of their husbands.
Lucille: This is what you're making? Poached salmonella?
Lindsay: It'll be fine. I'll just put the sauce on them.
Gob: What kind of sauce is that?
Lindsay: Wait, this is the water I thawed the chicken in.
Buster: Oh. Well, that should go with chicken.
Lindsay: Yeah. Fantastic.