Narrator: Gob had run into Lucille 2 after Michael dropped her off.
Gob: My mom really took up a bunch of your space, huh? What a bitch.
Lucille Austero: What do you mean?
Gob: When she expanded her bathroom and moved your wall over. That's why all your stuff's sticking out.
Lucille Austero: Oh. Your mother really has a way of getting my goat.
Narrator: So Gob [bleep] Lucille 2.
[present:]
Michael: You what?
Gob: Oh, and she's not gonna give the shares back now.
Michael: You just said that you fixed everything.
Gob: Oh, I meant my problems. Yeah, she's gonna make me the new president. You don't need to prove yourself to me, little brother. You will always have a job here. But I do need the keys to the company car.

Gob: So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's like "Die already!"
Starla: I love my mother.
Gob: Huh?
Starla: She's one of the two most important people in my life. You know, she and Quincy.
Narrator: A spokesman for Mr. Jones denies they've ever met, although he could not explain the six signed gold records in Starla's apartment.
Starla: I could never be with a man who doesn't love his mother.

Gob: So, Michael, listen. I'm here to convince you to hire me back. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with [bleep] Mountain. Listen, I want this, Michael. I'm gonna prove to you that I'm worthy of rehiring if it takes every ounce of determination that I've got.
Michael: Where are you going?
Gob: Did you want me to stay and do that?

Michael: Do you think I could sell enough to buy a car?
Barry: I thought you had four. Oh, you mean a real one. Yeah, sure. You can get one, as long as everyone doesn't sell the company stock at once. You don't want someone else to get control of the company.
Michael: Right. Gotta keep the company intact, right? I mean, the other people shouldn't risk selling their- Maybe you can draft up a letter to the investors: "Yes, the stock is unfrozen. We urge you not to sell."
Barry: Uh, yeah. Wh- What you just said was perfect. Why do you want me to write it?
Michael: Just send it out on your stationery. And do it quickly. I have a car to buy.

Narrator: Meanwhile, Maeby snuck upstairs to secretly read her scripts.
Maeby: Ow! Back to film school, [bleep]. [exits]
Narrator: And George Sr. was only too happy to have something to read.
George Sr.: "Armageddon II: Armageddon". That's a bad title.

Narrator: Meanwhile, Michael went to get a good deal on a modest company car.
Car Dealer: Oh, something like this? We have, like, 400 of these.
Michael: I- I don't need anything too popular.
Car Dealer: Oh, they're not popular. We have 400 of them
Michael: Sold. Although, uh, I'm wondering if maybe it should just be a little bit nicer. I got a kid, and safety's kind of a factor. But nothing too flashy.
[later:]
Car Dealer: This is it, isn't it? I can tell. You're excited.
Michael: I am.
Car Dealer: I'll draw up the papers.
Michael: Unless you think it's too drab.

Michael: I like these sunglasses. They come with any car?
Car Dealer: Just this one. They throw these extras at you because it's so impractical. No back seat. It attracts so many tickets the insurance alone costs as much as the last three cars we saw.
Michael: The windbreaker? Windbreaker comes with it too?
Car Dealer: I guess. I don't know. I've never sold one of these before, so-
Michael: I'll take it.

Michael: So I don't typically take sides with Mother but l-l-I do agree that Lucille 2 might not be the best choice for you.
Buster: I wouldn't even have been there if Mom wanted to go bowling. How am I gonna meet someone who has my interests?

Michael: I think I may have found a new girl for Buster.
Lucille: Good. That Lucille isn't really interested in Buster anyway. She's just trying to get even with me.
Michael: Get even with you for what?
Lucille: She wanted me to let in her remodeling crew while she was out of town.
Michael: Wait a minute. This tub's a little bigger than it used to be.
Narrator: It was. Instead of letting the construction crew into Lucille Austero's penthouse, Lucille had put them to work on a project ofher own.

Michael: How'd you pay for it?
Lucille: I cashed in some stock. You knew it was unfrozen.
Michael: I know. I sent you that letter. It says not to sell, or we're gonna lose control.
Lucille: It does? I stopped at "unfrozen."