Jack Griffin: Your Honor, in the case of The State of California v. Buster Bluth, we'd like to enter a plea of guilty.
Judge Spencer: Hmm. Okay. Let's set a date for a sentencing presentation. And on a personal note, I just want to say that it is not often in the course of a jurisprudence career that a judge has the... I want to say privilege-
Michael: Sorry. Did- Did- Did you say- Did they say guilty?
Barry: Look at that. There is always a guy who wants to know what's going on. It's why I could never go to the movies with my father.

Buster: [singsong] Mother Is there anybody else you'd like to say hello to, Mother?
Lucille: At least I came to your trial. For mine, you were too busy juicing it up with that woman you probably pushed...
Buster: [singsong] Careful.
Lucille: Yep. You look different.
Buster: I'm growing dreads, Mother. Dreads right out of my head.
Lucille: Just because you have an African-American left hand, all of a sudden you're Ray Charles? And I thought you Alibaba-ed one that was less threatening.

Narrator: The so-called Guilty Guys were a law firm whose record was so unblemished they'd even been the subject of a reality show. The project, which was to show a single case over the span of a season was abandoned early on by Netflix as not being binge-worthy.

Michael: Where is this team we're spending all our money on? And- And please tell me that it is not Barry.
Barry: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I'm just here as a fan. And for the referral fee. I'm gonna go in the hall and see if they're here yet.
Michael: Okay.
Barry: I'm gonna try and get a selfie with the G-Man.

Michael: The wall's gonna be fine. Gob's on it. And I don't want George Michael feeling guilty about the firing, so I told Gob, when it comes to the foot, that mum's the word.
Narrator: Although "clear" might've been an overstatement.
[flashback:]
Gob: It was a great move to get rid of your dad. Can't let fear run a business.
George Michael: How do you mean, fear?
Gob: Well, you get sent one severed foot from the Chinese, and, all of a sudden, you turn into a crybaby.
George Michael: The Chinese sent my dad a severed human foot?
Gob: Yeah. Although they call it a "mum." Mum's the word for "severed human foot" in Chinese. I don't even know how I know that. But it's to ensure that he finishes building the wall or whatever. It's like, you know what? Like, call me after you've been lured down to a rock quarry, and someone threatens to ruin your magic career if you go to gay conversion therapy, and it works. [chuckles] I mean, seriously, call me after that, because I'd be curious to see how how you'd handle it.

Lucille: Well, having a child try to embarrass you is part of parenting, sweetheart. Mine's chained to a bench. So, in that sense, he's an overachiever.

Barry: They're out. We won't be hearing from them again. Well, except for what they're gonna charge us for the phone call. They've never technically won a case, but they've never lost a fee.

George Sr.: So that's my choice? Between my wife and my son?
Barry: Isn't that the worst? Especially when you're checking into a hotel. Here's my advice. Always say that he's your wife, 'cause they never have the balls to check. I'm out of context again, aren't I? [quietly] I'm so sorry.

George Sr.: Jitters can be bad. Remember when I had them the night before we went to trial for that tax evasion in '88?
Lucille: Oh, yeah. We had to hide all that Boy Fight money.
George Sr.: Yeah. You gave me that "in case you're going away" present. That got the jitters out of me. What do you think about doing that with Dusty?
Lucille: How can you ask me that?
George Sr.: I just know how you can be. There was a time right after Gob was born when you grew cold and contemptuous of everyone.
Lucille: You remember that?
George Sr.: Well, only because it's still going on.
Lucille: Maybe I've pulled away from him. In fact, most nights he goes back home to sleep in his own bed. Which is fine. I- I want his head in his work.
George Sr.: Huh. That doesn't necessarily mean yours has to take the night off. Hey, I hate the idea, but we gotta do something to get his confidence in that courtroom, and I am willing to shut my eyes and let it happen.
Lucille: Now you know how I felt all those years, George.

Narrator: Lucille could tell there was tension among her boyfriend's staff, and she felt compelled to say...
Lucille: How rich is this sand hobo?
Narrator: Well, yeah, she did say that. But about the staff, she also said...
Lucille: I'm going to [bleep] him.
Narrator: Oh, ap- apologies. I don't know why I thought she said something about the staff.