Gob: No, I don't need to be president. I just liked having an office, a title.
Michael: Sure.
Gob: Paycheck. Also I need a company car. You do have to match Sitwell there.
Michael: Hang on a second. He gave you a company car?
Gob: Yeah. And it was way better than any of the company cars Dad ever gave me.
Michael: Yeah, right.
Gob: I mean, the Camaro was okay.
Michael: Are you serious? Dad gave you the Camaro? I thought you won that on Card Sharks.
Gob: Michael, I was never on Card Sharks. Dad told us not to tell you.

George Sr.: I never gave you a-a company car. No, I gave you something far more important. I gave you company, which, apparently, you don't want to give to me, Michael.
Michael: You're not listening to me.
George Sr.: I'm lonely up here.
Michael: I'd love to sit and chat, but I've got to get an early start because I'm expecting headwinds on the stair car.
George Sr.: You see anybody here? You could bring me a book. Pop-Pop gets a Grisham?

Barry: Good news and even better news. Your company's stock is unfrozen and my lawsuit against the L.A. Kings is moving forward.
Michael: How did that happen?
Barry: Maybe I stood above the plexiglass and a puck hit me. It could happen.
Michael: No, the stock. Now, that means we can sell, right? We can do whatever we want with it?
Barry: I'll tell you one thing you don't want to do is buy stock in the L.A. Kings.

Car Dealer: And it gets very good mileage.
Michael: Yeah, well, it, uh- it looks light. You know, I'm not so concerned about mileage. I spent the last 10 years on a bike, with the exception of the stair car.
Car Dealer: Oh, you're the stair car guy. You took down our banner.
Michael: Yeah. Sorry. I got a hop-on. I got distracted. I hate this.

Lucille Austero: I am stable as a table. So, is there a- a girl in your life?
Buster: [chuckles] Well, I would hardly call my mother a girl. But, yeah, she's still very much a part of my life.
Lucille Austero: No, I mean, uh, someone who makes you hear music.
Buster: Oh. Well, she mostly likes talk radio.
Lucille Austero: I mean, a girl who makes you feel romantic and also who makes you hear beautiful music.
Buster: Oh. [laughs] No.

Narrator: And later, Michael got an urgent call from his mother.
Lucille: He's with her again. Buster's taken up with that Lucille 2.
Michael: That's why you called me here? I've got my secretary bringing over a bunch of important papers because I thought this was urgent.
Lucille: Well, it's all your fault. You're the one who insisted he get away from Mother.
Michael: Well, I wasn't trying to send him to a new one.

Narrator: Michael had bought a car and it had helped put the company in jeopardy.
Barry: I'm sorry about the patch. I'm testifying against the Kings this afternoon. You can't see it. I just winked. So basically, you're about 2,000 shares short of being the majority stockholders. Now unfortunately, it's a private stock so you cannot just buy up the shares unless someone is willing to sell.
Michael: Are you sure?
Barry: That's what they said on AskJeeves.

Michael: All right, who's the majority shareholder now?
Barry: A company called Standpoor.
Gob: Standpoor?
Michael: As in the opposite of Sitwell, which is run by a certain hairless man who could be very upset with you right now.
Gob: What would he have to be upset with me about?
Michael: You're wearing his eyebrows?
Gob: They make me feel dressier.

Michael: [over intercom] Starla, do you know where my brother is?
Buster: [enters] Yes, he's on cloud nine. That was me, Michael.
Michael: What's going on? Where's Starla?
Buster: Oh, she's saying good-bye to someone named Q. If she can get past his security system, she's gonna tell him it's over. She's amazing. We completely connected. And it's all because of you. You made this happen. I feel alive!
Narrator: Indeed, Starla and Buster did hit it off well. Buster being a sweeter, more supportive man than she was used to. And Starla being a woman that wasn't 70.
Michael: I'm just wondering if you didn't upgrade a little too fast. You know, you want something sensible, you end up getting pushed into something flashy.
Buster: What does that mean?
Michael: Don't you think you belong in a Lucille?

Narrator: Maeby, meanwhile, gave reading her script another shot only to discover her work was done. Her scripts had been noted. So she went to find the person she thought was responsible.
Maeby: George Michael, I read your notes.
George Michael: What? You- Oh, you found the- Well, look, I don't- That was a long-
Maeby: They were great. I mean, they said so many things I wanted to say, but I didn't know how, you know? Don't tell anyone, okay?
George Michael: Never. [Maeby exits] I guess she didn't see the drawings.