Tobias: Someone from this family needs to speak for Buster. Who is Buster Bluth? A young, one-armed, Iraq War vet suffering from PTSD, raised by a young mother who had him at 17, whose only flaw was that she loved him too much.
Lucille: Actually, I was 37.
Tobias: Well, no one would believe that.
Lucille: You're hired.
Michael: No, you're not.

[flashback:]
Young Michael: Didn't Buster used to get past the window?
Young Gob: Mom tightened it when he tried to put that starfish in his mouth. Yeah, but he's had a good summer. He's made friends.
Young Buster: Actually, Mother made the friend for me. So I named it after her: Lucille Ball.

Lucille: This is what happens when you're rich and white in America. You happen to be caught on video, dumping some large person-type thing into the bay, and nobody thinks, "I wonder how long that guy has been working for the real killer?"
George Sr.: Yeah, and they jumped right to "He's the killer," and then don't think to add: "but it's nice he's giving the help the night off."