Lucille Austero: Oh, Buster. You think missing her trial was an accident?
Buster: Yes.
Lucille Austero: Buster, I helped you with that.
Narrator: Although "helped" might not be the best description of what she did. In fact, she'd been laying in wait for him. And once she'd gotten Buster into the apartment, she eschewed the all-natural juice for the kind with cartoon animals and riddles on the box. The type Buster had been known to have a weakness for. And soon, the partying was off the hook, with Buster drinking right out of the box.

Narrator: It was Tres de Cinco, or the day before Cinco de Cuatro, and Buster Bluth had finally found a family he fit in with.
Buster: Where's Mother? Ah. Way to go. Way to go. Hi. I know you've been down today, so I brought you this. They're for Cinco. In case you wanted to make confetti out of something other than the pictures that they sell of the chubby Linda Ronstadt.
Ophelia: I am so blessed to have you in my life.
Buster: I'm so blessed to have you in my life. Just six weeks ago, I was a hot mess. I was desperate for a mother, and I don't think I could admit it.
Narrator: As you'll see, he admits it plenty.
Buster: But now look at me. I'm with a beautiful, elegant woman! [chuckles] And I think we should take it to the next level. [they kiss]

Buster: I agree. Dancing with the Stars has gone completely downhill. "This pasta's way overcooked, Buster!" Well, you didn't leave me the simplest recipe, Mother.
Narrator: Finally, Lucille was released under house arrest, and everything returned to normal.
Buster: I was just thinking about you.

Narrator: Now, the story of a family whose future was abruptly canceled, and the one son who had no choice but to keep himself together. It's Buster's Arrested Development.

Narrator: Buster was passing time with Lucille.
Buster: Chinchilla!
Narrator: by playing games like Guess the Fur.
Buster: The one you got after Dad had the affair with the chubby intern from Riverside.
Lucille: You win again, Buster. I know what's going to stump you. Close your eyes tight and plug your ears. Just plug one ear and press the other one to the couch.
Narrator: But after three months of being cooped up with her youngest son... [Lucille makes a run for it]
Buster: Mother! Stop! Mother!
Narrator: Lucille was growing restive.
Buster: No, Mother! If the alarm goes off and they catch you, they'll take you away forever!
Lucille: I can't take it anymore. I have to get out of here! I don't care. I can't keep playing Guess My Fur six times a day. I need a smoke.
Buster: Right to the smokes, huh? Give me a minute. Let me catch my breath.

Narrator: And the night before the trial, tensions had only gotten worse.
Lucille: You need me just as much as I need you, cookie.
Buster: Oh, really? Because you can be replaced, you know.
Narrator: Can she?
Buster: And even if you can't, you're not the boss of me. Can I go to... I'm going to the park!

Lucille Austero: Buster! Hello.
Buster: Hello to you, too, 2. Look at all this produce.
Lucille Austero: I'm juicing now. Would you like to join me?
Buster: It's 2:00 in the afternoon.
Lucille Austero: Honey, it's 8:00 a.m. somewhere. Oh, I forgot. Your mother wouldn't allow it.
Buster: I don't care what she wants. [quietly] Don't care what she wants. I don't do everything she tells me. Let's get juiced.

Narrator: Every day, Buster visited the prison where his mother was incarcerated.
Buster: Buster Bluth and pie for his Lucille Bluth.
Narrator: And every day, she refused to see him.
Lucille: No.
Prison Guard: She doesn't want to see you.
Buster: Excellent. [whimpers] [plants his face in the pie]

Narrator: And since he couldn't bear to go back to the penthouse, Buster needed to raise some money.
Buster: This is my Motherboy Four medal. That's when I was a kangaroo in her pouch. What'll you give me for it?
Narrator: But Buster wasn't the first Motherboy to hit hard times.
Buster: What will you give me for these? All-time low.

Buster: [singsong] I'm back!
Narrator: As it turned out, Buster returned on the very day the Army policy regarding sexual orientation had changed.
Sergeant Drew: Are you gay?
Buster: No.
Sergeant Drew: You can tell me.
Buster: I'm not.
Sergeant Peters: It's okay. Drew, tell him.
Sergeant Drew: I'm gay.
Buster: Oh.
Sergeant Drew: Peter's gay. Sergeant Melnick's gay.
Sergeant Melnick: Bye.
Sergeant Drew: Sorry, he's bi.
Sergeant Melnick: No, I'm going home for the day. I'm gay.
Sergeant Peters: Yeah, it really makes no difference to us. We'll find something for you.
Buster: Perfect. I was looking for something. You said "something," right?
Narrator: And that's how Buster officially reenlisted in the Army.