Lindsay: Herbert. Hi. Uh, listen. I'm here undercover because I have some inside information that you really need to know about.
Narrator: But as it turned out, Herbert had some undercover information for her, too.
Herbert Love: I cannot be under the covers with you anymore. It's over between us. My wife found out and I told her there was nothing emotional, that you were just a prostitute.
Lindsay: I am not a prostitute.
Herbert Love: Oh, I know, I know. The point is, we are through. Here's a little severance package for servicing my package.
Narrator: Lindsay tried to throw the money in his face, but she didn't have the muscle memory for it.
Man: She's keeping it.
Herbert Love: Oh, good. And don't forget to vote.
Lindsay: This isn't over. I'm not some taco you can throw into the bay.

Narrator: And that's when she ran into her own awful mother.
Lindsay: Mom. What are you doing here?
Lucille: Lindsay. I thought you were a hooker. Again.
Lindsay: It's a wig. No one recognizes me in it.
Lucille: Oh, I recognized you. Let me rephrase that more kindly. I hear you're hooking now with Herbert Love.
Lindsay: It's called hooking up. And, yeah, I got a little sidetracked, but I know who I am now. I'm back to being severely liberal.
Lucille: Well, like I said, the one time you were nice enough to visit me, you are who you are. A blonde, WASP-y Orange County princess who doesn't care about anything but herself, and that's okay.
Lindsay: Ah, sarcasm.
Lucille: No, I'm a Bluth and so are you.
Lindsay: You really know how to twist the knife. But you are right about one thing.
Narrator: Lindsay was done pretending to be red.
Lindsay: I don't need this anymore.

Narrator: And she decided the best way to get back at her mother and Herbert Love was by working for their mutual rival.
Lindsay: Lucille 2. I've got great news. I'm finally available to become your campaign manager.
Lucille Austero: Oh, that's lovely, dear. But I found someone more qualified than you.
Sally Sitwell: Hello, Lindsay.
Lindsay: Sally.
Narrator: It was Sally Sitwell, a woman who'd long been Lindsay's rival.
Sally Sitwell: It's been a while.
Lindsay: Mmm. How is she more qualified than me?
Lucille Austero: She has integrity. And look at this hair. Look at this beautiful, long hair.

Lindsay: Look, I can really help this campaign.
Lucille Austero: You already have, more than you know. Now, give her a little show-and-tell.
Lindsay: Show-and-tell?
Sally Sitwell: Oh, she just means these photos of Herbert Love with a mystery redhead he's cheating on his wife with.
Lindsay: Who took these?
Sally Sitwell: The first two were taken by the security camera in the Albertsons parking lot. And the third was left in the photo booth at the Ealing Club.
Lindsay: God, that was a photo booth?
Sally Sitwell: Mmm-hmm.
Lindsay: No one can know about this.
Sally Sitwell: Mmm, I'm afraid they're going to. Lucille has copies, she wants to go viral with this. Herbert Love with his hooker? She'll win for sure.
Lindsay: I can't let her do that.
Sally Sitwell: I don't think you can stop her. Anyway, it was so great running into you again.

Narrator: So, like many before her, Lindsay would accuse Herbert Love...
Lindsay: Can I have everyone's attention?
Narrator: ...of sexual harassment.
Lindsay: I am Herbert Love's "key advisor." [applause and cheers]
Narrator: But first she had to turn his supporters against him.
Lindsay: Listen, I have a few things I'd like to tell you about Herbert Love. Love wants to put up a wall. [applause and cheers] No, no. I mean, not just any wall. A wall to keep out the Mexicans. [applause and cheers] Wow, what a great crowd.

Lindsay: What's happening? What's going on?
Woman: The marauders, lady, a bunch of young Mexicans are taking over Cinco de Cuatro. They don't find it funny anymore.
Lindsay: But that was my necklace. I mean... God! They don't belong here, we belong here. [cheers] I mean, someone should put up a wall. [cheers]
Narrator: And that's when Lindsay found herself saying this...
Lindsay: We should put up a wall.Put up this wall. Put up this wall. [crowd chant] Put up this wall!
Narrator: ...which was originally her mother's idea. Although horrible news for her father. But that's when Lindsay found out who she really was.
Lindsay: My name is Lindsay Bluth, and this is who I am.
Narrator: A Bluth. Just like her mother.

Narrator: And it was then she ran into a daughter...
Lindsay: Maeby.
Narrator: whose $50,000 check she'd just given away...
Maeby: Mom.
Narrator: ...stealing some coconut shrimp.

Lindsay: I need the membership. I'm taking my boss out to dinner.
Michael: It's too late. I already made a deal with Dad for it. This is why I had to ask you for the in with Herbert Love.
Lindsay: Exactly, and that's why you are leaving, and I'm going to stay because I'm the one who did the favor. I got Love against the wall. Plus I've got to impress him. He's making me part of his campaign. I'm sorry, there seems to have been a mix-up.
Michael: A merry one. A merry one. I already paid you back for the favor when I talked to the warden about getting Marky out of prison.
Lindsay: Oh, God, not now. When?
Michael: I don't know, but listen. I haven't been on a date in a very, very long time, and she's already going out with Ron Howard so I need to impress her.
Narrator: Actually, it was Ron's daughter, but Michael still didn't know that.