Lucille Quote #42
Quote from Lucille in My Mother, the Car
Lucille: [o.s.] Michael, I need your help.
Michael: Coming. [Gob slaps the back of Michael's head] Ow! I got hit back there.
Gob: Right! On the back of the head, which means that you couldn't have hit the steering wheel. Mom must have clubbed you with a champagne bottle or something so she could drive.
Lindsay: Gob, how'd you figure it out?
Gob: Well, it's funny you should ask that...
Michael: No. He didn't figure anything out. I probably got hit on the back of the head because of Buster's rock. Which was behind the passenger seat.
Gob: Which means that she picked you up and dragged you over to the driver's seat.
Michael: Mom can't pick me up. She could barely pick up that bag of protein bars.
Lindsay: Guess what? They weren't protein bars. They were gold Krugerrands. And Dad finally paid attention to my intellect.
Lucille: [o.s.] Open this door!
Michael: Gob, this is nuts. Mother is frail.
Lucille: [breaks through the balcony doors] Stop this nonsense this instant!
Arrested Development Quotes
‘My Mother, the Car’ Quotes
Quote from George Michael
Gob: So, what's up?
George Michael: I, uh, need you to make some fake I.D.'s for me and Maeby.
Gob: Like a passport?
George Michael: Yeah, yeah. That'd be great. Oh, and, uh, preferably French. I like the way they think.
Quote from Gob
Lindsay: She can't drive herself. I mean, she's the world's worst driver.
Narrator: Lindsay was not exaggerating. Lucille had recently been featured on Fox's World's Worst Drivers.
Michael: Yeah. I can't believe she got that driver's license renewed.
Gob: She didn't. I dummied her up a new one. Not my best work though. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. We ended up checking "Albino" on the form.
Quote from Lucille
Lucille: I told you. They don't support me.
Michael: I hate to tell you, Mom, but they don't support me either. I sat down and I told them this was important to me.
Lucille: You did that for me?
Michael: I let you drive, didn't I?
Lucille: Yes, you did, Michael, and I'm loving it. You're a good son. You always do things for others. You're the only one holding this family together.
Michael: And you see a lot more than I give you credit for, Mom. You're not just concerned with yourself. You care about the family.
Hey. Is that Gob?
Lucille: It's an idiot on a scooter at night? It's gotta be Gob. Let's give him a scare.
Michael: Hmm? No, Mom. I don't think we should.
Lucille: A nice little scare. [shouts] Hey, big shot, too busy to go to your mother's party?