Michael: I wish I'd read "The Man Inside Me".

George Michael: Well, the new facility isn't so bad, huh? It's a lot like school, only it's air-conditioned. So I guess we can just, uh, just choose a cell to stay overnight in...
Maeby: Oh, great. You could take me through your thoughts about the screenplay, beat by beat.
George Michael: Sure, yeah. "Because anything can happen when two people share a cell, cuz." It's a line from New Warden.
Maeby: Oh. Oh! Okay, yeah. I don't know what I was worried about.
Narrator: That would be the happiest moment George Michael would ever experience in his life.

Narrator: And the warden was happy, too.
Warden Stefan Gentles: What a treat. The man who cost me my promotion ends up back in my care. And I don't think there's going to be an "I'm Oscar" website this time.
Oscar: I think this time I'll do a podcast.

Narrator: The crowd began to grow unruly. And just as the prisoners had proven they could throw a gala as well as the rich, so the rich proved they could throw a riot just as well as the prisoners.

Lucille: I'm making up for the heartbreak your father has caused me. He doesn't need me. You don't need me.
Michael: Of course I need you, Mom. My heart is kind of broken, too. I've been kind of denying it lately, but, you know, it's just, I can't deal with the fact that my family's falling apart now that I really need you.
Lucille: Oh, Michael, honey. I want to cry so bad. But I don't think I can spare the moisture.

Warden Stefan Gentles: Sorry about the wait. George? If you're here, who do we have in the delousing tank?
George Sr.: I'm guessing Oscar.
Warden Stefan Gentles: No. I cannot take another $2,300 hit.
George Sr.: I'll tell you what. You let Oscar out, and you give us an hour in here, and we'll call it even.
Lucille: Please, Ward?
Warden Stefan Gentles: I can't say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia. One hour.
George Sr.: We ready to have some fun?
Lucille: I'm so glad I didn't cry.
Michael: That I didn't need to hear.

Narrator: Michael Bluth paid an unexpected visit to his mother.
Michael: You look pretty, Mom.
Lucille: What do you need?
Michael: Need? Why do you think I need something?
Lucille: Well, you're too busy for us. No one's seen you. Going on all those dates with Rita. Or should I say "playdates."
Narrator: Michael had recently dated a woman he later found out was mentally challenged.

Michael: We're not seeing each other any more, but it's for the best. I'm actually kind of relieved it's over.
Narrator: Actually, Michael had been so devastated by their breakup that he'd even broken out the old guitar.
[flashback:]
Michael: [sings] Eyes, eyes [drops guitar]
George Michael: Maybe you should talk to someone.
Michael: Like my mom?
George Michael: I don't know, does she play guitar?

Lucille: Ward's letting us hold the event in the new wing of the prison. After lockdown, everyone's going to spend the night in a cell!
George Sr.: Are they color or black and white?

Michael: And if he likes her in that sense, it makes it even worse. I don't want Mom mixed up with the sort of creep that would have her as a fetish.
Lindsay: Oh, Michael, you're just feeling neglected by your mother. You wanted to go to this with her, didn't you?
Michael: Hey, I don't need to take my mom to a gala, okay? Only losers go to those things with their parents. I'm going with my son.
George Michael: Oh, I may skip that, I don't like galas.
Narrator: Actually, he loved galas. All kids do.