Narrator: At prison, George Sr. was making converts to his new way of life.
George Sr.: You won't regret this, Little... Justice. Uh, okay, what say from now on we call you David Ben-Avram?
White Power Bill: What are you doing to my guy here?
George Sr.: Nothing. I'm just merely providing him with options. This yarmulke will protect you, David Ben-Avram. [White Power Bill hits Little Justice with a pipe]
Man: Pipe!
White Power Bill: I've got worse planned for you if you keep trying to convert my team.
George Sr.: Hold it. Hold it, now. Wait. Now, I'm doing no such thing. Both of our religions have a lot to offer. There's the Jewish notion of heaven and that that it can be attained here on Earth. And there is your belief in the cleansing power of the pipe.
White Power Bill: No more teaching from you.
George Sr.: No teaching. No teaching.

Maeby: I mean, obviously, your dad doesn't want to spend time with you but, you know, go to the beach or whatever.
George Michael: He's just not around, okay?
Annyong: He no have father? Older lady adopt him too?
Maeby: No, he have father. Father no love him.
George Michael: No, he love me- Loves me. He loves me. So, all right. Maybe I will take a little time off and go to the beach or something.
Annyong: I went to beach once. Next thing I know, I'm in crate next to pig.

Narrator: Back at the construction site, Gob was also ready to take the afternoon off.
Gob: Screw this! I have my pride. I don't care how much they're paying me.
Construction Worker: You got paid? I thought we were all making sacrifices.
Gob: Yeah, well, maybe it's time for some of those big shots at the Bluth Company to start making some sacrifices. I say we shut down construction! [clattering stops]
Buster: Hey. Hey, what's happening? Why are we stopping? This is fun! We should do this just for the fun.
Gob: Easy for him to say. He got his paycheck too.
Man #1: Unbelievable.
Man #2: That's not right.
Buster: Come on, you douche bags. We're all on the same team!
Gob: Don't listen to him. He'll never stand up to the man. He's a chicken. A chicken. [caws]
Buster: My whole life you've called me a chicken, but that's over now. I have nothing to prove. [Gob caws and claps] That is not how a chicken sounds. Chickens don't clap! Chickens don't clap!

Gob: I hope you're up to this, Buster. This is a game of courage, a game for men.
Buster: Yeah, well, it's a game I'm ready for! Uh-oh. My seat doesn't have a cushion.
Construction Worker: Ready? Go!
Buster: Oh, yeah, I'm definitely gonna need a cushion.

Narrator: Meanwhile, Michael continued his relaxation at the beach.
Michael: Okay, these units aren't too close together. We can get away with this, right, people? [kids are silent] All right. Just speed it up. Come on. Keep your heads down. Power through. [phone rings] Oh, no. Where is- Where's my phone?
Boy: I used it to dig the "B" unit.
Michael: You what?
Boy: I'll get it.
Michael: No, no. You're gonna ruin it! What am I doing?

Narrator: George Michael noticed something too. He knew his father had always loved him but at this moment, he was actually holding the proof in his hands. Unfortunately, it was at this moment that the investigators went into action.

Lindsay: So you guys don't wanna work? Fine. I've got a stair car full of Mexican laborers that would love a day's work.
Lupe's Uncle: "Laborers"? I'm a professor of American Studies at the University of Mexico City.
Buster: I took a dance class there.
Lupe: I thought you were taking us to Catalina. What happened to Catalina?

Michael: The plan is wrong. We gotta get rid of the individual swimming pools and put in a great big communal one right in the center. Lindsay, you were right. We've all been working a little bit too hard. You can't manage by threatening and pushing people and sometimes you have to reward hard work. Maybe reward it with a party. [construction workers cheer] I didn't mean tonight. Just some time in the future when we have some extra food and liquor.
Lucille: Lupe! Lupe, I need help with the groceries!
Lindsay: How about just liquor?

Narrator: And the two Bluth men finally did relax.
Michael: Thanks for coming out, buddy. I've been dying to get some time with you. I really have.
George Michael: That's okay. I know how much you care about me. Unfortunately, so does the federal government. Want more punch?
Michael: Sure.
George Michael: Wait. The feds?