Narrator: Back at the cottage, George Sr. kept up the illusion that he had no idea where Buster was.
[Incidental music from The Golden Girls plays]
George Sr.: I don't know about you, but I'm I'm so worried that I can't keep looking anymore.
Lucille: Me, too. We have to take care of ourselves.
George Sr.: Why don't we just order some dinner in? What do you think of that?
Lucille: George, it's two o'clock. Go home.
George Sr.: I was thinking, it could be a, um, dry run for tomorrow night's dinner with the Chinese. They're gonna be looking at us, Lucille, very closely, and we have to be a real team. You know, in the Chinese culture, a good marriage portends a good business relationship.
Lucille: I think I can eat a piece of fish without giving away how I loathe you.

Michael: The wall, okay? Between America and Mexico. A wall, by the way, that you once claimed to be on the other side of.
George Sr.: No. The property is on the other side of the wall. Th- That's all over now because the Mexican Romney said no refundo. I mean, we can't even pay back the investors.
Lucille: [whispers] They're Chinese.
Michael: There's Chinese Romneys?
George Sr.: No, the only Romneys are the Mexican Romneys.
Lucille: Well, and the regular Romneys.
George Sr.: Well, I mean, yes. Obviously the the regular Romneys, but...

Narrator: George and Lucille were finally having dinner with their wall investors, and they were waiting for the right opportunity to lie about why they couldn't build it.
George Sr.: I'd just like to thank you for joining us for dinner.
Chen Wu: The least we can do is pick up the check. You have burned so many phones talking to us.
George Sr.: And to many, many more burnings.
Lucille: Ganbei.

Narrator: Caught in a lie, George Sr. had no choice...
George Sr.: Look, we invested your money. That's the truth.
Narrator: but to tell a lie with the word "truth" in it.
George Sr.: And, uh, we can get it for you right now. I mean, just like that, but, um, you know what? We- We were thinking-
Lucille: Wouldn't they rather wait until the investment comes to fruition?
Chen Wu: We want the wall. We'll pass on the fruition.
George Sr.: Well, but, the banks are closed, you know, tomorrow being the seventh.

George Sr.: Anyway, it worked. The wall is off, and we are out of that contract. Everything is good. And we can start over.
Michael: That's so great. That's so great. That's just- It's perfect. You- You know, you guys finally discovered the value of telling the truth. I just- I wish that you had learned that before you lied to me.
George Sr.: Can you be more specific with that?
Michael: Sure.
George Sr.: Because there's been a number of lies.

Lucille: That's right. Because when we sell Fakeblock, we give the money right back to the Chinese before they get angrier.
George Sr.: Angrier?
Lucille: I didn't tell you, but they left a message saying that they hope their gift was enough to "get us back on our feet."
George Sr.: They're- They're threatening our feet?
Michael: You don't think these Chinese would first try to, I don't know, ding your credit rating?
Lucille: It's their culture. Dusty was right. I will say this for Saddam Hussein. With him, you didn't have to guess. It was very direct. "I'll chop this off, I'll chop that off."
George Sr.: Right. With him, you knew where you stood. Or- Or couldn't.

Buster: Where is Dusty?
George Sr.: Oh, he wants to make an entrance. I- I think he's gonna come in nice and relaxed. [to Lucille] And thank you again for being a team player on that one. Believe me, the guilt will fade. I mean, I've cheated on you a thousand times. I mean, almost makes up for the permanent damage you did to my endocrine system.

George Sr.: I'm actually more worried about the Chinese. I don't think they're happy with the protesters. If this doesn't work, they'll never stop coming after us for the debt. Oh, God, I just got an amiable nod.
Lucille: Are you sure it was amiable?
George Sr.: Yeah, it was pretty amiable.

George Sr.: Well, it is a bit of a flaw that anybody can get over our wall by using a rope ladder.

Michael: You better figure it out, 'cause I'm not gonna let you ruin the family again.
Lucille: [scoffs] This generation. They go to one therapy session, and all of a sudden their parents are "terrible people," because they once sold tract homes to... God, who even remembers now?
Michael: Saddam Hussein.
George Sr.: Yeah. Sa- I mean, something like that.