Narrator: The next day, Michael took off work to man the banana stand while his son manned a banana.
Michael: How you doing there, Champ?
George Michael: Is my name "Champ"? It's so hot...
Michael: Okay, why don't you take five.
George Michael: That's not including the five minutes it takes to get out of this, right?
Michael: You're not getting out of it.

Narrator: And later, Michael and Gob went to put their plan in action.
Michael: Well, I gave the Colombians back their money and I told them you had no right to make the deal. Have to warn you, though, they didn't sound too happy about it.
Gob: Let's just hope they don't try to get even by trying to"cirsumventing" the law.
George Sr.: What is that supposed to mean?
Gob: Kidnap or Michael said...
George Sr.: What, are you kidding? I have an ankle monitor. I can't even go into the hallway without the cops coming up. Stop it.
Michael: So, clearly you know what you're doing. There's an off chance they might just want to take you, leave the ankle. But anyhow. Stall him.

Narrator: And Michael went to solicit help for the lesson.
Michael: How would you and some of your friends like to help us teach Mr. Bluth a lesson? Maybe pose as Colombians?
Eblin: But we are Guatemalan. Won't he know the difference?
Michael: I think anything south of San Diego will be just fine. Rolando was in The Groundlings.
Rolando: Just classes. Is it going to be unscripted like Curb?

George Sr.: I'm not going to resist you guys, because, you know, I don't want you to beat me.
Narrator: But the mistreated painters were actually looking forward to that part.