Michael: In the meantime, stay away from my son.
Gob: Wow, Michael, I'm really hurt. It's family. What's more important than family, Michael? This yacht?
Michael: Of course not, Gob.
Gob: You'd make the deal? Because I'd sign off on that right now. I stay away from your son; you let me use the yacht.
Michael: The holidays really brings out the best in you.
Gob: Well...

Michael: Look at us working together. You get the hang of this and this could be your summer.
George Michael: I don't know, Dad. I really wanted to see Gob's magic show and-
Michael: No, you don't. Isn't this much more fun, working with your Dad?
George Michael: You know, it's just, there was some other- [phone rings]
Michael: You gonna get that?

George Michael: [answers phone] Good afternoon. Bluth Company. Talk you off? Talk you off what, Pop-Pop?
George Sr.: George Michael. I thought you were, um... When's that voice gonna drop? Where's Kitty?
George Michael: I think Dad fired her again. [to Michael] He wants to talk to you.
Michael: I don't wanna talk to him. I made my decision, and that's that.
George Michael: Oh, you heard? Yeah. All right. [hangs up]
Michael: What did he say?
George Michael: Well, if I clean it up, it's not really a sentence.

Narrator: And so, George Sr. made another call.
George Sr.: [on the phone] Kitty's on the loose. I need you to make something disappear for me. Just some books in that cooler marked "Maddas." Great.
Narrator: George Sr. hung up confident that his problems would finally be taken care of.
George Sr.: Hey, Little Justice. You, uh, painted your shoes red?
Little Justice: Call me the Tin Man. I'm a Friend of Dorothy's now. And she wants to see you.

Narrator: And back at the office Lindsay arrived with her daughter and her mounting suspicions.
Lindsay: Mom says she sent Nana on a cruise.
Michael: You're still on this? How much was in those birthday cards?
Lindsay: It's not about the money, Michael. It's about Nana. I think Mom sent her to a nursing home. Some gray, windowless room against her will.

George Michael: Hi, Uncle Gob. I came by to see if you need any help with your magic show.
Gob: Great.
George Michael: I think it's so great that you're doing this.
Gob: I'm prepping right now.
George Michael: How'd you get my Dad's permission?
Narrator: Suddenly, Gob remembered the promise he had made to stay away from Michael's son.
Gob: None of your damn business. Get the hell out of here.
George Michael: What?
Gob: You don't have the magic in you! You never did! [removes shirt] You don't have it here! So take a look. It's the last time you're gonna see these. [quietly] Sorry, kid, more than you'll ever-
George Michael: What?
Gob: Beat it!
Narrator: As Gob was forced to send away someone he loved-
Gob: You'll be missed.

Michael: So how'd you do it?
Gob: Michael, a magician never reveals his- I sunk it! I sunk the yacht! At least I think I sunk it. I mean, I blew it up, and I don't see it anywhere. My heart was in my throat when that curtain came down and-
Michael: You sank the yacht?
Gob: Shh!
Michael: You sunk a $700,000 yacht?
Gob: $900,000 worth of insurance on it. And got rid of the evidence. How about a "good job"?