Michael: As long as you two didn't sell, I think we should be okay. I was afraid that I-
Tobias: [enters] I just bought the Queen Mary.
Gob: You're kidding. I was just gonna get a yacht.
Tobias: No, no, no. The club. I was dancing with what turned out to be the club's owner and he was looking to sell. Oh, he really, really did look like a woman. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood?

Michael: I don't believe this. Did you guys not read the letter?
Narrator: None of them had read past the word "unfrozen."
Michael: I hope you're all proud of yourselves. Your careless, selfish spending sprees may have cost us the Bluth Company.
George Michael: [enters] Hey, Dad, is that your new car in the driveway? I can't believe you got a Corvette!
Michael: It's a company car.

Michael: [on the phone] Well, let's think about this, Mom. I mean, maybe there's a way that we can reason with her.
Lucille: Give her Buster.
Michael: What?
Lucille: We need our company back.
Michael: Mom, that's horrible.
Lucille: I don't suppose you've spent money on something you can return?
Michael: Let's give her Buster.

Narrator: Meanwhile, Tobias prepared to assume ownership of the Queen Mary.
Tobias: [on the phone] No, no. It's supposed to say "Tobias's Queen Mary." No, that is not what it says.
I distinct- Hello? Well, I suppose I could just paint over "Mary."
Hot Cop #1: Don't bother, man. This is our club now.
Narrator: Tobias didn't want to sell his new club, but Lindsay did. Which is why she hired several members of a local stripper agency called the Hot Cops to pose as the roughnecks.
Tobias: All right, fellas, look. I know you know nothing but a life on the street but I'd like to offer you something that the Queen Mary gave me. The joy of the stage. So maybe you could, uh, start jete-ing and stop "je-terrorizing" me.
Hot Cop #1: Yeah! Absolutely!
Hot Cop #2: We could do Rent.
Tobias: Well, this is joyous news.

Narrator: And Buster, now convinced that Lucille 2 was the right woman for him, broke up with Starla.
Michael: You okay?
Buster: It was for the best anyway. A girl like that deserves to be taken care of, and I'm just a poor soldier.
Michael: You didn't sell your stock?
Buster: What? No. Your letter said not to and I would never want to hurt the family.
Narrator: And Michael realized his little brother deserved happiness more than anyone.
Michael: You know, uh, I want you to forget about what I said. I was wrong. You two belong together. I'll take care of Lucille 2 for you.
Buster: Really?
Michael: Yeah.
Buster: Let her down easy. That right knee could go at any time. Starla!

Narrator: And at the "Tobias is Queen Mary", Tobias couldn't believe how quickly he had gotten through to his ragtag gang of neighborhood toughs.
Tobias: Wow. You really have made some amazing strides in a half an hour. We have to take this to the streets. We have to strut!

Narrator: Michael knew if he had any chance of getting control of the company again, he would need to charm Lucille 2.
Michael: Lucille 2.
Lucille Austero: Your hair!
Michael: Can I take you for a spin?
Narrator: But the spin in Michael's new car retriggered her vertigo.

Narrator: That night, Tobias's plan to change the streets with his gang also turned out to be ill-conceived.
Tobias: Hey, "fezellas," looks like you guys are up to no good. Well, this gang used to be like that too... three, four! [sings] So you think you're tough Well, we hate rappin' But don't bust a cap in 'Cause here's what's happenin' We're breakin'out some old-fashioned tappin'
Hot Cop #1: Oh, I've been shot!
Tobias: We miscalculated! Retreat!
Hot Cop #2: Quick, switch to Follies! That's not gonna help!

Michael: And I do not blame you for not liking the Bluths anymore.
Lucille Austero: Like the Bluths? I love the Bluths.
Michael: Why did you buy up all of our company stock?
Lucille Austero: To support you guys. I have always had a standing order to buy up any available Bluth stock.
Michael: You do know that we're about 2,000 shares short of controlling the company now.
Lucille Austero: Well, you could have some of mine.
Michael: Really? Would you do that?
Lucille Austero: Yeah, of course.
Michael: Well, that's- Thank you.
Lucille Austero: Actually, there is a condition.
Michael: Anything.
Lucille Austero: Call me a cab.
Michael: Ah, because of my driving.