Maeby: So you and Ann are actually going on a Christian camping trip?
George Michael: It's called the Promise Land. You're supposed to make promises about your relationship as a tribute to the generations that preceded you. Hey, there's booze in this.
Maeby: That's the Promise Land that Ann's taking you to? You're gonna need this more than Polly here.
George Sr.: [queitly] The fat one's Polly?

Michael: I think it's getting too risky keeping you up here.
George Sr.: You know what's risky? Lettin' your son go on that church thing.
Michael: Her name's Ann, Dad, and he's not "going" on her, okay? They're just friends.
George Sr.: Not for long. They're making promises to each other. It's all that fidelity and pledging yourself to a woman garbage. You know, I wine 'em and dine 'em, but I don't let 'em tell me what to do. [to the dolls] I don't let 'em tell me what to do.
Michael: Okay, I should've never taken the pumps out of here.

Lucille: George Michael? Buster, did you at least offer your nephew a bowl of soup?
Buster: Yes, Mother, I did.
[flashback:]
Buster: Can I open a can of soup for you?
George Michael: Can it open a can?
Buster: Can what open a can?
Both: [look at Buster's hook] Oh, God!

Narrator: George Michael should have realized by the sailor suit Lucille dressed him in that he wasn't going north to the Promise Land.
Lucille: [sings] Anyone else but me [talks] I can't believe you don't know this song, George Michael. [sings] No, no, no...
Narrator: No, he was going south. South to Motherboy.

Narrator: And the search for Buster's hand continued.
Buster: I would love to be able to say "Look what I've had reattached while you and George Michael were off to Motherboy."
Michael: Motherboy? Wait a minute. Mom took him to Motherboy?
Buster: Oh, he couldn't wait to swoop in and throw on that sailor suit, because he's not damaged goods.
Michael: Wait a minute. I don't want him doing that. You gotta go with me down there and help me get him, all right? That place is your scene.
Buster: Face it, Michael. They've won. He's the new Buster.
Narrator: This was the worst thing Michael could possibly hear.

Barry: Oh, I'm so sorry. False alarm. What they tracked down was a shark and he must've bitten off the part of the seal with the tracking device on it. Left flipper.
Buster: So, the seal lost his hand too.
Gob: Yeah, poor guy's probably out there without a flipper swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family.
Fisherman: That tracking device tells me he was raised in captivity. There's no way he stood a chance out in the real world.
Michael: See that, Buster? He was a victim too. You both were too sheltered to learn how to protect yourselves and we can't let that happen to George Michael.
Buster: I will help you, Michael. We've got to rescue your son.
Gob: And I've got to staple this to a seal.
Barry: And I've skipped breakfast, so I'm off to Burger King.

Lucille: We're here for Motherboy.
Hotel Clerk: And you do realize this is not the band.
Narrator: Motherboy was also a heavy metal band That used to rock pretty hard in the '70s. We are legally obligated to make the distinction.
George Michael: Maybe I should let my dad know that we're here.
Lucille: Oh, he'll know when we bring home the trophy.
George Michael: Yeah, but maybe I'll just give him a call.
Hotel Clerk: And what name shall we put the room under?
Lucille: Karmopolis.

Narrator: And soon, Michael and Buster surveyed the hotel looking for George Michael.
Buster: There's a very bored-looking little Sonny Bono on that balcony.
Michael: Oh, God. That means she'll be dressed like Cher.

Carl Weathers: Tobias, why don't you go learn your lines, man? Work on them.
Tobias: Did I get lines? [chuckles] God! They told me I was just jumping onto a moving stair car.
Dave Attell: If that man's straight, then I am sober.

Bride of Gob: Hi. Um, I'm waiting for "Gawb" Bluth.
Gob: I'm Gob Bluth. My wife send you?
Bride of Gob: I'm your wife.
Gob: I knew that. Nice to see you again, Usarmy. You lost a lot of weight in Iraq, especially up in the northern region.