George Sr.: Kitty. How'd you find me?
Kitty: I thought you were dead until I saw Scandalmakers! They got so much wrong. But something about your son-in-law's comment, "Perhaps an attic shall I seek," had the ring of truth to it.
Narrator: Notice it wasn't something the narrator said.

Narrator: And so Lucille was able to meet with Kitty at Senor Tadpole's.
Kitty: I want what's due to me, a Bluth son. And I know you have the material.
Narrator: Kitty was right. Ten years earlier George Sr. was taking an experimental hair growth drug. Fearing damage to his fertility he froze a specimen ofhis reproductive material in case he ever wanted another child. Soon, news came out that the drug, although somewhat successful, wreaked havoc on the central nervous system.

Michael: I'm saying, when Kitty comes back, notices Dad's gone first thing she's gonna do is check the cooler, see if the evidence is still there. Buys us, like, one second.
Gob: I am a worthless magician.
Michael: Not true.
Gob: No, I can't even do one simple trick.
Michael: Come on.
Gob: I'm covered in sweat. Look at me!
Michael: It's a great trick, would've been flawless if you had a decoy Dad too.
Gob: Damn it. And I used a guy that looked just like him in my last bait and switch.

Michael: Uh, Gob's gonna get you out of those handcuffs. Can you do it, pal?
Gob: One handcuff key coming up.
Michael: Great.
Gob: [retches]
George Sr.: What the hell are you doing?
Gob: Swallowed a key just in case I ended up doing a show.
George Sr.: Come on. This is disgusting.
Gob: I'm doing this for you.

Gob: Now who's a horrible magician?
George Sr.: That is a crown, you horse's ass.