George Sr.: Excuse me, Red, you're not the only one who likes coconut shrimp.
Lindsay: Well, I should have known you'd be here, supporting this right-wing, dangerous crackpot.
George Sr.: Lindsay, I forgot you dyed your hair. What are you doing here?
Lindsay: I'm supporting Love as well. We're both doing that.
George Sr.: Oh, honey, I've wanted to contact you every single day since last May.
Lindsay: I haven't seen you since January.
George Sr.: Yeah, the first four months, I was in denial.

George Sr.: [on the phone] I bribed Love to push for the building of the wall, and I don't have the land to build it on.
Barry: Call Herbert Love, all right? Tell him you would greatly appreciate it if he'd rescind his support of the wall.
George Sr.: And make him a flip-flopper? I can't do that.
Narrator: Actually, he'd tried, but couldn't afford it.
[flashback:]
Hors D'oeuvre Server: It's a 40 for the flip and a 40 for the flop, and since it's going to cause a flap, I'd say another 40. So it's a flat 40-40-40 flip-flop and a flap fee.

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: 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.

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.

Narrator: [on the phone] So, the Chinese will own a piece of the wall between the U.S. and Mexico?
Lucille: They'll own all of it, but they'll make us very rich in the process. We just need to get Michael to sign a release. He sold his shares, but he could still claim that he deserves a piece. Or worse, find out and blow the whistle. Where the hell did we go wrong with that kid?
George Sr.: Probably where we went wrong with the others, I don't know. I like the plan. I just wonder if we're not in that treason-adjacent place where the, uh, government will retaliate and execute us.
Lucille: Oh, they'd never execute a woman for this. I have a good feeling about these people.
George Sr.: Oh, that's good enough for me. [hangs up] [sobs]

Lucille: There you are!
George Sr.: What are you doing here?
Lucille: What do you mean, what am I doing here? We made plans, to escape on the boat!
George Sr.: I never made plans with you.
Lucille: We talked about it on the phone, when you were trying to talk dirty to me.
George Sr.: Oh.
Lucille: What is wrong with you?
George Sr.: This is embarrassing. Full disclosure. That was Oscar, who may have been the one you were talking with. He's been filling in for me occasionally.
Lucille: Filling in? As in, visiting me? You sent your brother to have sex with me?
George Sr.: No, I sent him to listen to you one time, and then he found out about the wall and tried to get you talking about it, and this was his way of shutting you up.
Lucille: He told you this?
George Sr.: No, you told me when I visited. I got in there a couple of times too. But not for sex. I just don't have the tiger in my tank anymore. Maybe I do need a vacay. So, tell me about this trip. That's interesting. Where we going?
Lucille: I'll tell you where we're going. We're going to court. We're getting a real divorce. You're out of the marriage.

Lt. Toddler: Is your mother here?
Michael: My mother? No. I'm- I'm all grown up, Toddler.
Lt. Toddler: Okay, 'cause my partner was here yesterday, talked to someone who said that she lived here. It was a woman with red hair.
Narrator: In fact, it was George Sr. Who, after discovering he had almost no testosterone at all was frightened and confused and eager to hide from the world.
[flashback:]
George Sr.: I don't allow men in my apartment without my husband present.
Narrator: But George Sr. soon realized his impression of a woman wasn't going to win him any awards. So he took off in his trailer for Mexico to forget his shameful mistakes.

George Sr.: Uh, this place is full of [sighs] cincos and mayos.
Gob: We need to find out whatever the word for ten is. Find that.
George Sr.: It's ten. Every culture uses ten.
Gob: Ten.