Narrator: Michael had asked Lindsay to take care of the house, and to his surprise-
Michael: You're sort of doing it.
Narrator: ...she was sort of doing it.
Lindsay: Yeah, check it out. I found that canned ham that we'd had forever, and I put it in a pot of boiling water, and guess what I'm calling it?
Michael: Soup?
Lindsay: Hot ham water.

Lindsay: You know, I'm actually a really good mom. I think it's 'cause Maeby's never around. You should send George Michael to Openings, too.
Tobias: Yes, it could help him express his feelings.
Michael: My son expresses himself just fine. Isn't that right, son?
George Michael: What? Yeah fine. Uh, I guess... I don't care. Stop.
Tobias: Yes, he's a regular Freddy Wilson, that one.
Michael: I don't know that reference.
Lindsay: No, I don't either.
Tobias: Oh, I don't know either.
Narrator: It's this guy.

George Sr.: [on the phone] Instead of us all selling out and becoming housewives and waiters, why don't we have a big event? Some sort of "save our Bluths" type thing. We'll throw a legal defense fund dinner. Ask for donations.
Lucille: As long as we don't look desperate. We want them to think we'll take their help, but we don't need it. I should be seen a lot at the club.
Michael: Yeah, our backs are against the wall, it's just hard to accept that it's really come to begging.
George Sr.: Some times it's the only way to stay in the game.
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