Narrator: Maeby had had enough of her mother and decided to go back with Michael.
Maeby: I'm so sick of her. The lame flirting.
Narrator: Michael, of course, thought Maeby was referring to Ann.
Michael: You know, I think he's gonna get sick of her before it goes too far.
Maeby: Of course he will. She's a child.
Michael: Well, that- that part's not really her fault. I just hate to see him wasting his time, you know?
Maeby: Let's go. I'll be in your car.
Michael: Well, is George Michael okay with that?
Maeby: It's fine. Just drive.
Narrator: At no point were Michael and Maeby talking about the same person. And there were only four people in their group.
Maeby: And it's not a race thing.
Michael: Yeah. Whoever gets there first.
Narrator: And so Michael left with his niece, followed by his sister and his son, followed by the bounty hunter. Unfortunately, this left the girl Michael was determined to get to know alone in Mexico.

Narrator: And Gob was still searching for a friend.
Gob: Show tonight?
Tobias: Well, I won't know officially until 8:01, but I figured if I blue myself early I'd be nice and relaxed for a 9:00 dinner reservation. [Gob walks away] And if you'd like, I can make that reservation for-

Lindsay: Whoa! Ice, what are you doing?
Ice: George Bluth, you're coming with me.
Lindsay: That's not my father.
Ice: Well, according to my photograph it is. [takes out blueprint]
Tobias: It's an honest mistake. Also, I think your knee is on my heart.
Lindsay: He's my husband. My father is probably still in Mexico. I was just hoping to have sex with you.
Tobias: Why am I not blacking out?
Ice: He set me up. Michael set me up.
Tobias: Hey. Who wants to go to the hospital?

Michael: The only reason I didn't ask you to come is because of your chicken impression.
Gob: We sure did get in a lot of trouble for that last time.
Michael: Yeah.
Gob: I was all- [does chicken dance]
Michael: Hey, no. You're doing it again. [a man tackles Gob] Get off him. He doesn't know what he's doing. He's American.
Gene Parmesan: Americano, eh? Just like me. Gene Parmesan.

Starla: Here are the copies.
Michael: Hey. These are- These are very small.
Starla: When you said you wanted photocopies, I thought that you meant you wanted them on a photo printer.
Michael: Tell you what. From now on, we're gonna use just the big printer.
Starla: Okay. You're a perfectionist. Flashes of Quincy.
Narrator: Starla claimed to have had a relationship with music legend Quincy Jones.

George Michael: So, uh, you guys have a good talk?
Michael: Yeah. Great talk. That cousin of yours is a hell of a girl. Too bad you can't date her.
George Michael: No. I meant- Wait, you wouldn't have a problem with that? Nothing. [chuckles] No, I was talking about Ann. What did you think of her?
[cut to Michael and George Michael driving in the stairs]

Narrator: And Buster went to his job as a dishwasher.
Buster: This is great. We're like slave buddies. [chuckles]

Gob: That's his girlfriend?
Michael: Yeah.
Gob: Is she funny or something?

Michael: Mr. President, I'm gonna go look into some LEGOLAND tickets for the weekend.
Gob: Cool. Let's do it.
Michael: Actually, I just meant me and my son.
Gob: Isn't he a little old for that?
Michael: No. Sorry. I've been looking to get some alone time with him, and it just hasn't seemed to work out lately.
Gob: No problem. I'll just call up some of my friends. [Michael chuckles] What?
Michael: What friends?
Gob: I've got friends, Michael. I just don't talk to them because I work all the time.
[moments later, Gob steps into Michael's office in the crowded storage closet:]
Gob: I think the plant lady's wearing a thong.

Fire Man: It's a $200 fine.
Gene Parmesan: Oh! I feel like such an [bleep]. The car is in a town called Encanta. If you think that's worth more than $200, I'd really appreciate it.
Michael: All right. Here.
Gene Parmesan: I'm not even gonna count it.