TV Quotes

George Michael: Well, maybe we're gonna end up together in the banana stand someday.
Michael: Mm. Well, there's always money in the banana stand.
George Michael: Right.
Michael: Where is that from? Is that from something?

Michael: Hey. I got you an office-warming gift. I guess now it's an office-closing gift, but take a look at this. Your first paycheck at the banana stand. Look at that. Oh, I just wanted to frame up the the first one as a reminder of the value of a an honest day's work.
George Michael: It's funny, I don't remember ever getting a paycheck from-
Michael: You didn't. No, I couldn't give this to you because you were underage. In fact, I couldn't pay you, period, as an employee without getting in trouble with the government. I think we had you coded as a topping. No, in fact, where is it? There it is, right there. "Payment of two drums of dried George Michael."
George Michael: "A cocoa-based, non-digestive"
Michael: "Colorant."
George Michael: I used to love those.
Michael: Yeah. I still do, kiddo.

Narrator: George Sr. had used his considerable means to stage intricate scenarios to teach his children what he considered valuable life lessons.
George Sr.: I need help.
J. Walter Weatherman: I'll get my gear.
Narrator: Typically, these scenarios would involve a man named J. Walter Weatherman a one-time employee who lost his arm in a Bluth Company construction accident.
Young Gob: [hitting Buster] Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?
George Sr.: We're out of milk. I could have got it earlier if someone would have left a note. [tires screech] [kids scream] Why? If someone had left a note this- this innocent man would still have his arm. Why?!
J. Walter Weatherman: And that's why you always leave a note.

George Sr.: You got to get me out of here.
Michael: You're the one that said no to prison.
George Sr.: I was wrong. There, you just have it to shut your eyes and take it. Here, you have shut your eyes and give it. Now, listen, we can't go in there and plead "not guilty". We have to have someone big behind us, our own private Matlock. So I made calls and I got him.
Michael: Got who?
George Sr.: Andy Griffith. What, you never saw Matlock?
Michael: Not a real attorney, Dad.
George Sr.: Now, for ten grand, he'll actually sit behind us in court and read the paper. For 15, he'll actually sit at the defense table. For $20,000, he'll twice lean forward and whisper something in your ear. Oh. White suit, that's extra.
Michael: Boy, that's an awful lot of money for the stupidest idea I've ever heard.
George Sr.: The juries love him.