Michael: So I thought you might want to read it seeing as how you are the president now, even though it's just a title.
Gob: Uh, right. Yes, well we should "circumvrent" union penalties.
Michael: Circumvent.
Gob: "Circumverate."
Michael: Circumvent. Means to go around.
Gob: The old reach around.
Michael: Trust me. This makes you look like a leader. Okay?
Gob: I don't think that I need any help with that. [framed "Never Give Up" inspirational poster falls from the wall and smashes] [bleep] it. Just leave it where it is.

Lucille: You can leave tomorrow after my going-away party for Buster. I still can't believe he's going into the army. You know, he's doing it just to spite me.
Michael: Then why are you throwing him a party?
Lucille: Just to spite him.
Michael: You guys have such a healthy thing going.

Lucille: So, I gotta a call today from Gene Parmesan, our private eye. He said he found something big.
Michael: We have a private eye, huh?
Lucille: Oh, I hired him a hundred years ago to find out if your father was cheating on me. He never did find anything.
Michael: Well, he can't be very good then.

Gene Parmesan: [Italian accent] Don't get up. I just a-find-a the supplies because I'm a- Private detective. Gene Parmesan. [normal voice] How are you doing?
Lucille: [shrieks] Gene! Oh, Gene! Isn't he the best?
Narrator: Gene was far from the best.
Michael: Very impressive.
Gene Parmesan: Thank you.

Narrator: Lucille was suspicious that Gob was up to some sort of power grab.
Lucille: [on the phone] Gene Parmesan? Lucille Bluth. My son is trying to get me out of my house. I think he may be up to something. [knock on door] Oh. Hold on. That's probably him.
[When Lucille opens the door, she finds a man in a giant rat suit holding balloons]
Lucille: Gene? [the man shakes his head] It's just some idiot with balloons.
Gene Parmesan: [removes head] Oh, is it?
Lucille: [shrieks] I knew it! I want you to keep an eye on my son Gob.

Narrator: Michael Bluth arrived at work to find his brother adjusting to his new job as president.
Michael: What have you got there? "Don't be afraid to make a mi-" [inspirational framed poster falls off the wall]
Gob: I'm not gonna beat myself up over that.
Michael: Oh. It works. So, I wrote your "Message from the President" on the shareholders' statement. Starla's making copies.
Gob: Did I tell you that she'd make a great secretary?
Michael: Yeah. I'm not so sure that hiring her wasn't a mistake.
Gob: And I'm not afraid to make mistakes. Or have you forgotten this little- [smashes glass] Damn it! My legs are so powerful.

Narrator: And the next morning, the family met at Buster's send-off party, where Lucille was not keeping her feelings hidden.
Buster: A camcorder.
Lucille: That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns.
Buster: I ought to point to Uncle Oscar's Charlie Browns next time you're on top of him, Mother.
Lucille: He's moving out. See how he treats me? Just because he thinks I'm having an affair with the boy's uncle.
Oscar: Yes. And she's not having an affair with the boy's... uncle.

Buster: [recording] Mother, when you see this videotape, you'll know that I left. Not out of cowardice, but out of- [yawns] Oh, man. It's tiring in here. Oh.
Narrator: Six minutes later, Michael dropped off his mother's housekeeper.
Buster: [wakes up] Mexico.
Narrator: In fact, he was in Santa Ana, a town six minutes inland from his home. But the combination of losing his glasses and breathing carbon monoxide had impaired Buster's judgment.
Buster: Oh, this shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.
Lupe: Excuse me. What are you doing?
Buster: I'm trying to find a place to live.
Lupe: Ay. [Spanish: "So now I must take care of Buster."]

Michael: Okay, I'll go to your party, and then I'll go to Mexico. I guess that'll be my quality time with my son.
Gob: Mexico?
Michael: Yeah. Mom's P.I. found the stair car down there.
Gob: Gene Parmesan?
Gene Parmesan: [wearing a fireman's uniform] Right here. I counted it. Come on.

Michael: Lindsay, what about you?
Lindsay: Uh, can't. I have a big date tomorrow.
Michael: You know, this open marriage is ridiculous. Somebody's gonna get hurt.
Maeby: The important thing is that you guys don't lose focus on yourselves.
Tobias: First of all, we are doing this for her. Okay? Because neither one of us wants to get divorced. And "second-of-ly," I know you're the big marriage expert- Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. Your wife is dead. [chuckles] [awkward silence] I'm sorry. That was 100% inappropriate, and I do apologize profusely. I'm- Oh.