Maeby: You sure I didn't mention that in the text?
George Michael: Yeah. I read that thing down.
Maeby: Hmm.
George Michael: Should I go say hi to him? I haven't seen my Darth since I hit him.

George Michael: I don't know, things are volatile with my dad right now. It feels very combustible. Feels like we're on the edge of physical menace or something, which I've trained myself for, but has he been training, too? What was that in the hallway?

Rebel: How did you find out I was back?
George Michael: Thought I'd get lucky. Well, you'd get lucky. I'm sure that strikes you as inconsiderate-- I got it. Thank you so much.
Rebel: Oh, he's my hero.
George Michael: Well, I hope he's not expecting a tip.
Driver: They instruct us not to ask.
Rebel: I don't have any cash.
Narrator: George Michael decided to split the difference.
George Michael: Just take it. Jerk. Kidding. Sorry. Thank you. Beat it. Nice guy. Tough job.
Rebel: What?
George Michael: Tough guy. Thinks he's a tough guy. But he does a nice job. As do these sex toys I caddishly brought you.

Rebel: Hey! There you are. Dad, this is George Maharis.
Ron Howard: Oh, neat to meet you.
Cheryl Howard: Neat to meet you.
Ron Howard: Rebel says neat things about you.
George Michael: What's up?
Narrator: Unfortunately, Maeby left the dye in too long, and it turned out to be...
Ron Howard: Look at that. Howard Red.
George Michael: No, it isn't. It... It's... [chuckles] Imagine if it was pink, though.
Ron Howard: Yeah, but it's not. It's Howard Red.

Maeby: So, how did it go with Rebel's family? You guys seem really buddy-buddy on Instagram. I also saw that that hair thing backfired, huh?
George Michael: Yeah, it was great. I mean, they're just such a nice... I don't want to use "family," 'cause they like each other, but they're a nice group of people.

George Michael: That's me and Maeby.
Michael: What is "me and Maeby"?
George Michael: In the picture.
Michael: This is a bald man and a woman with spiky, black hair.
George Michael: Well, I'm not proud of this, but we we were wearing the Ron Howard/Brian Grazer wigs from the Imagine gift shop.
Michael: That's you? Why would you do that?
George Michael: Uh, we were playing.
Michael: What were you playing-- Ron and Brian?
George Michael: Go to Mexico.
Michael: What's that?
George Michael: Ron and Brian Go to Mexico.
Michael: Was the name of the game?
George Michael: We were bored. You don't get it.
Michael: Well, I knew it was a bad idea to spend my Imagine bucks on those wigs.

Lucille: Sally Sitwell won the election and now, for whatever reason, supports building the wall. We need to come up with two million dollars or we're gonna make powerful enemies.
George Sr.: Okay. Right, shush. Not in front of the grandkids. I don't want them to know about the shady business scams that go on in this family.
[meanwhile:]
George Michael: We lied to investors, so we have no product and we're two million dollars in debt. The next welcome home party's gonna be for us.
Maeby: Oh, don't be ridiculous. My name isn't on anything.

Narrator: Later that day, Michael heard a noise coming from his son's old bedroom and was surprised to discover that, this time, it was his son.
Michael: It's you. What are you doing in your bedroom?
George Michael: Playing a game where I just throw the tennis ball against the wall and try and catch it. And then if I miss it, I... Uh, feel pretty bad and beat myself up, and then I kind of try and move past that and get back on the horse.
Michael: Okay. Son, I- I meant, what what what are you doing back in your old room?
George Michael: Um, that's just a minor regression. Well, I guess I was actually just trying to go back to a simpler time. When I was a young boy and all I cared about were simple things like what does it take to be a good citizen and am I gonna be able to fall asleep tonight, or am I getting myself too wound up about this good citizen stuff?

Michael: You're right at the beginning. You shouldn't be thinking about bankruptcy at all, you know? Can't you get a loan?
George Michael: [sighs] Well, I mean, Rebel offered to buy the whole company outright.
Michael: Oh, you can't do that.
George Michael: No. I mean-
Michael: Forget about that.
George Michael: What if the software...
Michael: Is worth billions?
George Michael: ...never works? It doesn't seem likely.

George Michael: Well, so, I've looked into selling the company to somebody else, but the thing is that tech companies don't normally sell without a whole lot of vetting. And anyone I've talked to will only do it if the president stays on, so before we find a clueless buyer, I think we're gonna have to find a clueless president. And it's not gonna be me. You know, someone that's stupid and lazy enough that he doesn't ask any questions about the actual software.
Maeby: Oh, I love how you're assuming it's a he.
Gob: [enters] I know what you're thinking! Look who's back. After your father unceremoniously let me quit. Now I'm back down on the third floor without so much as a "feel free to use the third floor" joke. [takes deep breath] Anyway what are you two doing down here after a long mid-weekend?
George Michael: Well, Dad said we could use the offices for Fakeblock. He actually said, "Feel free to use the third floor."