Maeby: Um, yeah. I bought a frozen banana and when I bit into it, I found this.
George Michael: Looks like a foot.
Maeby: It tasted like a foot. Which I didn't really mind, but I'm pretty sure I said no nuts.

Narrator: Tobias, now believing the boat party to be pirate-themed-
Tobias: You look like a pirate!
Narrator: ...began searching through his wife's luggage for an outfit.
Tobias: I should say so! Look at the blouse, sir!
Narrator: Then, mistaking a group of garishly dressed men for pirates Tobias boarded a van full of homosexuals. Soon he was unwittingly part of a protest against the local yacht club.
Tobias: How are you?
Lindsay: Oh, my God! I have the exact same blouse.
Lucille: I like it better on him.

Lucille: Out of my way! Out! Out! Out! Lindsay, take the wheel! Buster, find us a channel to the ocean!
Buster: Gee, I don't have any mapping equipment with me.
Lindsay: You've had $80,000 worth of cartography lessons. Get us a channel to the ocean!

Gob: Get in the tomb. The Aztec Tomb.
George Sr.: Save it. Shred it. Hold on. I don't have time for your magic tricks.
Gob: Illusions, Dad! You don't have time for my illusions!
George Sr.: What is wrong with you? [door closes] Why are you so angry?
Gob: Look. Just stay in the box. I'll make you disappear.

Narrator: Even Michael's brother Gob made the news.
News Anchor: [on TV] It was Mr. Bluth's son Gob ["go-b"], a part-time magician who hid his father here in the Aztec Tomb. By pushing on this pivoting panel...
Gob: I have to think the Alliance is gonna frown on this.
News Anchor: [on TV] Perhaps a good trick for a human but the dogs found him almost instantly.

Michael: Okay, guys. Um, they are gonna keep Dad in prison at least until this gets all sorted out. Also, the attorney said they're gonna have to put a halt on the company's expense account. [all gasp] Interesting. I would have expected that after the "keeping Dad in jail."

Gob: We're in trouble here, Michael. And I can't perform my magic. I'm getting blackballed from even the smaller venues.
[flashback to Gob at a child's birthday party:]
Father: I'll be honest. I'm just more comfortable with an Alliance-approved magician. Give 'em a hell of a show, champ.
Teenage Magician: [bleep] off, traitor.

Michael: Well, I'm sorry. It's just too late. I'm moving to Phoenix. I got a job. [silence] That's something you apply for, and then they pay you to, uh... Never mind. I don't want to ruin the surprise. So, no hard feelings. Adios. Sayonara. I'll see you when the first parent dies.
Lucille: Well, I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona.
Gob: Touche.

George Michael: I wish you guys didn't have to go so soon.
Michael: Oh, on that subject, these guys are actually gonna be staying with us. For a while. Just your aunt and her husband. Not Gob.
George Michael: Really?
Michael: Yeah. What the hell, huh? Family first. It is gonna be a little crowded, so you're gonna have to share a room with your cousin.

Narrator: Yes, this is his family. So why is Michael so happy? Because he's decided to never speak to these people again.