Narrator: But then George, Sr. got some more bad news.
Oscar: Hello, brother. Thought I'd find you in a blouse and a beekeeper hat.
George Sr.: What are you doing here? No, no, no. We cannot be seen next to each other. I'm Doctor Norman.
Oscar: Well, if you don't want to be seen, then you go in the sweat lodge. You owe me.
George Sr.: Is that a fact? Listen, you told me the property was on the border. It is 50 feet south of the border, Oscar.
Oscar: Well, excuse me, but they hadn't put up the tape yet. So I was going off Buster's map.
George Sr.: Oh, God, it was Buster's map.
Narrator: Buster had indeed made the map, as a cartography student, because the class where you get to see naked people and draw them was full.

George Sr.: Michael, you got to get this Love guy against the wall between the US and Mexico. That's not right.
Michael: You're really opposed to this wall, huh? When did you become pro-immigrant?
George Sr.: I have changed, Michael. I cry at the drop of a hat, and I hate the way I look. I actually had one cute hat, and it... it blew off at the CVS parking lot. And this whole car full of black kids ran over it for no reason. And they saw it. They saw it! Michael... [pats bench] Anyway, I live down there now. And I care for these people who just want to come into this country and ply their wares and let us freely fill the bay with their culture.
Michael: Hey, don't get me started on the Cinco, Dad. I haven't been to one in 20 years. There's gonna be blowback there, it's just gonna happen. You can't swim in that bay for a month after without getting nacho cheese sauce in your hair. It's coming.
George Sr.: Can you help me, then, with Love? At his speech, at Cinco? Can you do that for your dad?
Narrator: What he didn't tell Michael was that the family would go broke if they had to build the wall.
Michael: Of course I will.
Narrator: Maybe, if he had, Michael wouldn't have overplayed his hand as a big-shot producer who knew lots of people. But a deal was soon struck.
Michael: Thanks, Pop.
George Sr.: All right.
Narrator: And Michael, signed contract in hand, went to show off at the Ealing Club, while George, Sr., magazine in hand, went to [bleep] off in an MRI machine.

Narrator: George, Sr. finally went to visit a wife who was under the impression that he was back for more.
Lucille: The wrong land?
George Sr.: It's under control. I'm trying to get Love to come out against the wall. We can't afford to build it if we're not selling the land back to the government. It'll ruin us.
Lucille: It'll ruin us if we don't build it. George, you've gone puny again. Where's the man who took ahold of me yesterday and bent me over this couch?
George Sr.: Okay, okay, let's not sully its memory.
Lucille: Look, we make sure Herbert Love comes out against the wall, right after we get enough of it up to trigger the government payment. And speaking of getting enough of it up, what's going on down here? You need a little more Marilyn like I did yesterday? Happy birthday, Mr. President.
George Sr.: I don't want to be Mr.
Lucille: Huh. President. Especially with all this going down. Oh, and speaking of president, what's happening with Gob? You gave him a job?
George Sr.: Yes, but then I fired him. He caused my colony to collapse.
Lucille: My God, George, get him another job. You must have some favors you can call in somewhere. And then you can have some of my favors, Mr. President.
George Sr.: As much as I'd like to stay and lay some more pipe with you, I better get moving on this thing.

Narrator: And so, the next day, George, Sr. once again called upon his son.
Michael: [answers phone] Michael B. Project.
George Sr.: Yeah, you got to give Gob a job. Something in the building company, or... Hey, I think he'd get a big kick out of the movie business.
Michael: No, no, no. Dad, hey. He knows nothing about producing.
George Sr.: Look, I don't care if it's producing a movie that's never gonna be made, or selling houses that no one's gonna buy. I just want my son to have a job where his incompetence won't be out of place.

Gob: So, hear you need help moving these memorials to the death of the housing market. [mailbox plays tune then stops]
Michael: Actually, that was a memorial to the death of Pete the mailman.
Gob: I knew that. I brought one, too. Size of the man's heart. I just got to figure out how to get it out of the car. If I could remember how I got it in.
Michael: That's not from your Christian magic act?
Gob: Christian magic act? If I were Muslim, would you say "Muslim magic act"?
Michael: No. But it is hard to imagine any Muslim handcuffing himself to a glittery cross and living to tell about it.
Gob: Yeah, well, the Christians aren't so [bleep] hot about it either.

Narrator: And after a few more drinks and a little more depreciation, Michael admitted he had a rival for his girlfriend.
Gob: You don't have to worry about Ron Howard. I mean, he's not competition for you.
Michael: Really?
Gob: No, the guy's, like, 100 years old. What's he gonna do, poke you in the eyes?
Michael: Oh, you're confused. Ron Howard directed Apollo 13. You're thinking of Moe Howard, the angry stooge who's been dead for a quarter century.
Gob: Well, that's good 'cause the whole time I'm thinking, like, "Unless she likes a guy who's funny..."
Michael: Sure.
Gob: Because that guy is funny. 'Cause the whole time, you're like... "Is he gonna poke me in the eyes?"

Gob: You know what, Michael? I'll call him for you.
Michael: Really, you'd do that for me?
Gob: It's the least I could do. You've given me a new sense of purpose.
Michael: Did you actually have an old one? 'Cause it always seemed like you were just looking for the easy way out.
Gob: Yeah, that was it.

George Sr.: Hi, I'm George Bluth George Bluth, meanwhile, was finding an easy way out of the wall problem.
and we've built this wall. We have miles and miles of wall. Uh, will you confirm that, soldier?
Buster: [grunts, gags]
George Sr.: It's about protecting our border, which is why we have a member of our armed forces with us today. Say hello.
Buster: [coughs, grunts]
George Sr.: It's triple-reinforced, steel-reinforced. And I don't really know how to say that what it does is... It protects, um...
Buster: It's Mexican-proof.
George Sr.: [laughs] So- Can't say- Well... Gosh darn it, it is Mexican-proof. Sit up.
Buster: Daddy, my tummy's turning.
George Sr.: All right. It's triple-reinforced.
Buster: Daddy, I got to get out. I got to get out.
George Sr.: We're gonna be- For Christ sakes, get out.
Buster: I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out.
George Sr.: We're not gonna- We'll edit this part out and- Anyhow...
Narrator: But George, Sr. hadn't built miles of wall. He just found a roundabout way to make it seem that way.

George Sr.: And I just think there will be a lot of support flowing in this relationship, and your base...
Herbert Love: You got a point behind all those teeth of yours?
George Sr.: ...if you support the wall, I'll give you a piece of the action.
Herbert Love: Action?
George Sr.: Yeah.
Herbert Love: Action Jackson?
George Sr.: Yes, sir.
Herbert Love: What, do I look like Carl Weathers to you?
George Sr.: Oh, no, no.
Narrator: Not at all.

Narrator: Coming up with money, however, would be difficult for George, Sr., who hadn't been acting like his old self. Something his twin brother Oscar had done much more successfully earlier that day, when, in retribution to a brother who lied to him...
George Sr.: So he only did buy that land for personal gain. Well...
Lucille: Oscar.
Narrator: Oscar chose to lie with George's wife.
Oscar: Call me Father B.
Narrator: And although too explicit for an American audience, the lovemaking was intense and beautiful, but for one small misunderstanding that occurred during the afterglow. [Lucille slaps Oscar]
Oscar: No. I mean, it's good to be out of that sweaty old hot box at the compound.
Lucille: Oh.
Oscar: No, this was amazing.