George Michael: [on the phone] Hey, where are you?
Michael: I'm approaching, uh, Andersen's Pea Soup.
George Michael: Oh, that's north. You said you were going northeast.
Michael: [stammers] Well, I'm headed north, then I'm headed east. Otherwise you don't pass the Andersen's P.
S.
George Michael: Oh, right.
Narrator: Michael felt doubly guilty for not just telling a lie, but stealing one.
George Michael: Hey, what's that bell, Dad?
Michael: That's, uh, we got a Danish girl ringing a bell in front of, uh, A's Pea Soup.
Man: Ice cream? Ice cream?
George Michael: What's that about ice cream?
Michael: No, thank you. Uh, nein, danke. Big boy, I gotta go.

George Sr.: Basically, what we did was we absorbed everything, including you.
Michael: And does Gob know that we're copresidents?
George Sr.: Gob doesn't know that there's a B in the word "debt."
Michael: And if you're gonna run the Bluth Company, that word's gonna come up.
George Sr.: Go into the company, you look at the books, you get in there, you find out if there's any money. I need an evaluation.
Michael: Yeah, that's an understatement.

Narrator: Back at the model home, Michael was bonding with his son.
Michael: You know? You're dating the girl of my dreams. Your dreams. You know? What I meant was, my dreams are your dreams. Have you ever noticed that dreams are hard to remember? There's one I can't forget. The dream of us working together. Do you remember how we wanted to make sure we could hang out all day every day?
George Michael: Like you and your dad.
Michael: Well, that was not a dream. Think I wanted to hang out with my father? That was a job. No, but listen, I want you to know that I'm available to you 24 hours a day, any time you want, to talk about business. And don't think I can't handle the tech stuff. I spent those five and a half weeks up at the Search campus. I'm texting with one hand, you've seen that.

George Michael: Turns out, we're way more in debt than I thought we were.
Michael: Same here.
George Michael: Yeah.
Michael: I- I'm suddenly running the Bluth Company, and they're up to something. I don't know what it is, but we're broke.
George Michael: It's just, these offices are just wiping us out.
Michael: And same here. Gob's got us on two floors now.
George Michael: Trying to get my employees to describe what they're doing is like pulling teeth.
Michael: Yeah, I think there are a couple of Two Hour Teeth guys still on the payroll. No one will confirm, but I'm convinced that in the break room, there's still an active chair.

Michael: The the file that was labeled "Gated Community." I think that this is a map that they did not want me to see. It looks like a wall on the border, but made out of teeth? She's crazy. She's totally crazy.
George Michael: That might be a setting in the printer. Let me see what we have here. Yeah. See? Right here. You have to uncheck "Presume Teeth."
Michael: This is what they need me to find money for. This is their secret project, huh? Well, there's only one way to find out for sure.
George Michael: Uncheck "Presume Teeth."
Michael: And print again.

Narrator: Meanwhile, another father-son team had had just about enough of their time together... [printer chimes]
Michael: Please be done.
George Michael: I think it's good.
Narrator: ...when the printing process finally concluded.
Michael: Well, it is a wall.
George Michael: Oh, shoot, know what? We didn't uncheck "Make Background Tongue."
Michael: I mean, why do they even call it Two Hour Teeth?

Michael: You both wanted me to go look at the books, but I guess you didn't think that I was smart enough to find this. This was a file on a computer drive called "Gated Community."
George Sr.: What is that?
Michael: Don't play dumb.
Lucille: [stammers] What's playing dumb?
Michael: Stop it. You know exactly what this is. This is a border wall between Mexico and America.
George Sr.: That doesn't look like a mouth to you?
Michael: Well, you gotta get rid of the tongue setting, and anyway, but on a regular printer, I have more than enough proof that you guys are building a wall.

Michael: Let me see that check again. That is not our banana logo, is it?
George Michael: No. Guess that's the bank's logo?
Michael: No. That's an island. This is a check from the Cayman Islands.
Narrator: It appeared there was at least one account Michael hadn't been privy to.
George Michael: I'll tell you what, it feels good to finally hold this check in my hands. Just symbolically, after...
Michael: George Michael, that check-
George Michael: Rip it up?
Michael: No. But, uh, give it to me. It's not even for you. It's for toppings.

Michael: It's great. Did this by himself. All that burden on your shoulders. No one to help you. A little baby Atlas.
George Michael: Oh, is that how you see me?
Michael: Hmm? Oh, doesn't matter. Hey, I got an announcement to make myself, okay? Since I found some extra money, I decided to expand. And what is the company motto? Find a little extra money, put it in a Bluth. I bought Fakeblock.
George Michael: What?
Maeby: No, um... No, this company, uh, B.S. Enterprises, bought Fakeblock.
Michael: I'm B.S. Enterprises. It- It was "Banana Stand," but it's also got a second meaning.
George Michael: Bullshit.
Michael: Bluth and Son.

Michael: I bought you! I had to- I had to use a shell company because I knew you were gonna give me a discount, and I wasn't gonna have that.
George Michael: You bought Fakeblock? This is-
Michael: This is a dream come true, is it not? That's how I felt when I found the money for it in a hidden account.
George Michael: Well, that certainly explains the complete lack of vetting of our software.
Michael: Mm-hmm, sure. Listen, I'm not gonna get involved in any of that tech stuff, even though I did spend that couple of months at the Search campus. But I'm not gonna start coding, 'cause if Fakeblock doesn't work, we lose both companies for good. You understand?
George Michael: I thought it was over.
Michael: I know you thought it was over. Look how emotional he is, huh? Listen, that's why I stepped in. Fakeblock ain't going nowhere.