Michael: She's not my sister? I let her into the company.
George Sr.: You didn't give her access to the cash, did you?
Michael: She said she liked me.
George Sr.: She's a prostitute! That's her job! Oh, no, the N. Bluth account.
Michael: What? The N. Bluth account? That is your account?
George Sr.: Maybe. But it's only embezzlement if you spend it outside the company. [computer beeps] It's gone. It's empty. She got to it.
Michael: Well, there goes the company.
George Sr.: Okay, now, hold on now. Let's not panic because I-I know someone who can find her. His name is Frank.
Michael: That's Gob's puppet.
George Sr.: I'm going to prison. You haven't heard from Oscar lately have you?