Narrator: And back at the penthouse, Lucille was praying for the second time in her life.
Lucille: Lord, let Buster forget everything. And if you need to take another hand to make that happen, please make it Gob's.

Narrator: In fact, she was overseeing a remake of The Old Man And The Sea for the film studio where she'd bluffed her way into a job.
Maeby: What on earth is taking so long? Am I the only one who wants to get home and see their kids?

Lucille: How's my son?
Doctor: He's going to be all right.
Oscar: Oh, thank God.
Lindsay: Finally some good news from this guy.
George Michael: No other way to take that.
Doctor: That's a great attitude. I gotta tell you, if I was given this news, I don't know that I'd take it this well.
Lucille: But you said he was all right.
Doctor: Yes. He's lost his left hand, so he's going to be "all right."
Lucille: You son of a bitch! I hate this doctor!
Michael: He's a very literal man.
Doctor: Yes, that's more the way I would take the news.