Michael: Maeby, what are you doing? I thought my son was president.
Maeby: No, he's chief technical officer. The president goes with the company when we sell.
Michael: I'm all for selling Gob, but I thought I talked him out of that. Can I talk to George Michael? Is he here?
Maeby: George Michael? Who's that?
Gob: He's a singer, I think. Like, a gay one. And, you know, you can't convert that stuff away, but yeah, I think that guy is a singer. Do we have Internet?
Michael: Uh, sorry, George Maharis.
Gob: No, I'm not George Maharis. George Michael is George Maharis, and he's in your old office.
Michael: Oh. Thank you.
Gob: Don't know. Once you're gay, you're gay, Michael! God, Michael's so stupid. Everybody's gonna see.

Maeby: Wait till you find out who the new president is.
George Sr.: Oh, no.
Gob: [appears] Did somebody say, "Wait until you find out who the president is"?
Lucille: Yes, but then we figured it out, and your father said, "Oh, no."
George Sr.: So, hold on, we've got $3 million tied up in something Gob's in charge of?
Maeby: Maybe we could just hire him, like, a really good assistant.
George Sr.: One step ahead of you. I took this guy home with me last night after I found him next to the police station. Please say hello to my new right-hand man! Now, geo-bead.
Buster: Did somebody say, "I took this guy home with me after I found him next to the police station." [elevator doors close on Buster's prosthetic hand]
Gob: Well, that would've been better if it was his right hand, but, uh but I figured, if somebody's willing to spend 3KK on my company, might be able to spread wealth on myself.

Police Officer: Bluth?
Gob: Wait a minute.
George Sr.: Whoa. Wait a minute. hat's going on?
Gob: Oh. Wait, what's going- Who did this? Is this because I'm still gay? Hot Cops? On such short notice? Who did this? Is this 'cause the conversion didn't take?

Gob: [on the phone] Wow, this is perfect. Michael plans a little "work event" during the weekmid. Right? That's just... Look at me.
Adhir: I can't see you.
Gob: Comply! I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that Michael didn't want me to know about this because I'm the president of Fakeblock. It's why he planned it so early, isn't it?
Adhir: Uh, Gob, really? In fairness, it is a Thursday at twenty to four.
Gob: Exactly, and everyone knows the workday doesn't start until nine to five.

Gob: No, they're jealous. They are jealous. And they won't stop until one of us is a murderer. Today, it's Buster. Tomorrow- No, I guess it'll stop today. Today's the last day.

Michael: The wall's gonna be fine. Gob's on it. And I don't want George Michael feeling guilty about the firing, so I told Gob, when it comes to the foot, that mum's the word.
Narrator: Although "clear" might've been an overstatement.
[flashback:]
Gob: It was a great move to get rid of your dad. Can't let fear run a business.
George Michael: How do you mean, fear?
Gob: Well, you get sent one severed foot from the Chinese, and, all of a sudden, you turn into a crybaby.
George Michael: The Chinese sent my dad a severed human foot?
Gob: Yeah. Although they call it a "mum." Mum's the word for "severed human foot" in Chinese. I don't even know how I know that. But it's to ensure that he finishes building the wall or whatever. It's like, you know what? Like, call me after you've been lured down to a rock quarry, and someone threatens to ruin your magic career if you go to gay conversion therapy, and it works. [chuckles] I mean, seriously, call me after that, because I'd be curious to see how how you'd handle it.

Lottie Dottie: Let's remember why we're all here. To honor the life of the most charitable, vibrant, balanced, beautiful woman named Lucille this town has ever known.
Gob: [snorts] Burn. [gavel bangs] It's just that my mother's name is Lucille as well, so the the burn was on her.
Judge Stanley: I'll allow the burn.

Narrator: After talking to Michael, Buster had grown even more nervous about keeping Gob's secret.
Gob: ...the body you dumped was Tony Wonder's magic dummy, because no one wants to get put away for murder. I get it.
Buster: Well, it is their main evidence against me, and it does look like I'm disposing Lucille 2's body.
Gob: Not, no- Very different body types, I can assure you, just- Even in the dark, you wouldn't make that, uh, mistake. Anyway, I'm concerned that, uh... You, uh... Could you really enjoy your freedom, knowing that you hurt my career? And don't forget, Buster, when you were a boy, magic saved your life.
Buster: Uh... Uh, look, we don't have to say that it was a Tony Wonder dummy. We could tell them it's a random dummy.
Gob: And violate magician-assistant privilege? Not an option! If you help me with this illusion, then you can be my assistant for the rest of my magic career. Every show, every city, pending availability and parole conditions.
Buster: Yeah. But what if I'm convicted, Gob?
Gob: I don't know. I'll use Adhir.

Narrator: And soon, it was time for the presentation to begin.
Gob: [v.o.] the president of Fakeblock, Mr. Gob Bluth! [runs on stage] "Gob"? Who said Gob? Gob, Gob! Who did? Thank you. Oh, and my- As many of you know, for thousands of years, the U.S. Mexico border has been woefully unfenced. But today, that changes. Not literally today. Today, we're just here for approval on a small piece of- Why am I being so serious? We're gonna be rich. With this wall- Buster, would you get out of the- Today, in these plywood forms, 10,000 pounds of wet, gay, QuickHard cement will be poured, because if we build it, they won't come!
Maeby: Oh, that's clever. All right, get ready to storm the wall.
Gob: But before I demonstrate to you the software that will... I don't know, I guess just stop tweeting from shithole countries, I'd like to make a special demonstration of my own. As many of you know, I performed a trick a couple months ago where I turned from straight, uh-huh, to gay. Uh...
Woman: Now?
Maeby: No, let's see how this pans out first.
Gob: While my friend Tony Wonder was encased in cement and never heard from again
♫ The first time ever I saw your... ♫
Gob: Face. Well, now it's my turn to transform back, which I will do by starting on the other side of the wall a gay man and turning straight as I walk through it.

Gob: You set him up, Mom. I was halfway to South America, but I couldn't let you get away with it because we're brothers, Mom, and we kind of like each other.
Michael: You were going to South America?
Gob: I don't think so.