George Sr.: All right, here's the good news. They only got you on stealing the boat. They didn't even touch us on the financial stuff. You're gonna get outta here.
Lucille: When? Better be before the money runs out. This place isn't cheap.
George Sr.: I know, and you are running up those spa bills.
Lucille: The same girl who hands me towels does the cavity checks. You tip.
George Sr.: Barry says he can get your sentence reduced if you agree to leave here and go to Lucille 2's rehab clinic.
Lucille: That's the bitch that put me here. And I'm not gonna fake having some sort of, I don't know, alcohol problem, just so that sterile cuckoo bird can laugh at me.

Narrator: [on the phone] So, the Chinese will own a piece of the wall between the U.S. and Mexico?
Lucille: They'll own all of it, but they'll make us very rich in the process. We just need to get Michael to sign a release. He sold his shares, but he could still claim that he deserves a piece. Or worse, find out and blow the whistle. Where the hell did we go wrong with that kid?
George Sr.: Probably where we went wrong with the others, I don't know. I like the plan. I just wonder if we're not in that treason-adjacent place where the, uh, government will retaliate and execute us.
Lucille: Oh, they'd never execute a woman for this. I have a good feeling about these people.
George Sr.: Oh, that's good enough for me. [hangs up] [sobs]

Narrator: She was even being controlling of the R.A.P.H.O.C.W.C.P.S. Reality TV crew.
Lucille: Do you need a clean of her making the threat? I can lean back, but you will come around and get my reaction, yes?

Lucille: This'll be even more exciting if you jump cut it.

Narrator: And days later, that evidence arrived from George, Sr.
George Sr.: [on tape] We've built this wall. We have miles and, and miles of wall.... Here's more wall, uh...
Buster: [on tape] Daddy!
George Sr.: [on tape] And you know, it feels good to be protecting our border.
Lucille: My God, he Steamboat Willie-d it.

Lucille: [answers phone] Hello?
Oscar: I want to be with you. I have needs.
Lucille: George, is that you?
Narrator: It wasn't. It was Oscar who, living as George and feeling more amorous, went to visit Lucille 2 for an afternoon delight. When she wasn't there, he found her work number.
Woman: [on the phone] Austerity.
Oscar: Lucille 2, please?
Narrator: But, of course, at Austerity, this woman is Lucille 2.

Lucille: George Maharis. George. That's your brother's name. George Oscar Bluth.
Michael: Yes, uh, George is Gob's first name, yep.
Narrator: And that's when Michael remembered something else strange.
[flashback to Michael emptying a dead dove from a brown paper bag at Rebel's house:]
Michael: I probably should have expected that.
Narrator: And then stranger.
Michael: "Love each other."
[present:]
Lucille: Oh, that definitely sounds like Gob. And he did say he was seeing someone famous dating someone famous.
Narrator: And Michael remembered hearing about that, as well.

Michael: This is the great disguise, huh? Fry cook!
Gene Parmesan: Oh, no, no. This is my horrible night job. In fact, I was hoping you could drop me off at Chicken Dan's when we're all done.
Michael: Chicken Dan's, huh? That is embarrassing.
Gene Parmesan: This from a man who's driving around a mapping car? You know, I don't even think these things work. That's why I rely on these babies right here. The ol' binocs. Let's see if we can't find this target. You know, the great thing about these is there's no software to update.
Michael: Oh, God, what are you doing?
Gene Parmesan: Sorry. Oh. These binoculars make me nauseous.
Michael: Well, of course they do. Why don't you just use the maps? We're riding in a satellite-linked mapping car.
Gene Parmesan: No, no. Sometimes the old ways are the- [gags] Hey. You, you better pull over.

Lucille: There you are!
George Sr.: What are you doing here?
Lucille: What do you mean, what am I doing here? We made plans, to escape on the boat!
George Sr.: I never made plans with you.
Lucille: We talked about it on the phone, when you were trying to talk dirty to me.
George Sr.: Oh.
Lucille: What is wrong with you?
George Sr.: This is embarrassing. Full disclosure. That was Oscar, who may have been the one you were talking with. He's been filling in for me occasionally.
Lucille: Filling in? As in, visiting me? You sent your brother to have sex with me?
George Sr.: No, I sent him to listen to you one time, and then he found out about the wall and tried to get you talking about it, and this was his way of shutting you up.
Lucille: He told you this?
George Sr.: No, you told me when I visited. I got in there a couple of times too. But not for sex. I just don't have the tiger in my tank anymore. Maybe I do need a vacay. So, tell me about this trip. That's interesting. Where we going?
Lucille: I'll tell you where we're going. We're going to court. We're getting a real divorce. You're out of the marriage.

Lucille: She's claimed you! Everyone I know wants to take everything away from me.
Oscar: No! That's not true. I love you. I don't know if it's the maca, I've just been so randy lately. But you- You're- You You're my kind of Lucille!
Lucille: Get away from me, you liar. I can't believe you were with her. She's finished. And the Oscar goes, too!
Oscar: To?
Lucille: Get out of my sight!