Narrator: Michael Bluth had scheduled a meeting with Stan Sitwell the Bluth Company's chief competitor.
Gob: Why are we having this meeting at home?
Michael: Well, let him see he's not the only one who builds solid houses, you know? [gently touches I think he'll be pretty impressed, knock on wood.
[After Gob knocks on the wall, the frame falls down from the media cabinet, knocking a speaker off the wall]

Michael: Sorry that my son couldn't be here-
Sid Sitwell: Let me guess. Girlfriend. You know, it could be worse. He could wanna marry your mother. [chuckles] Oh, I'm sorry. Is your family not laughing at that yet? Okay. Let me tell you what I'm offering. You got a wonderful piece of property here that's going nowhere. So what I propose is a co-venture with your Sudden Valley Development. The first thing you might wanna change though is the name. You know, Sudden Valley conjures up the image of a sinkhole, no?
Michael: I told that to Dad. I told that to my dad.
Sid Sitwell: I'm thinking, Paradise Gardens.
Michael: I swear to God, I have that written- I want you to see so you don't think- I have that written down in my notebook.

Narrator: When George Sr. was in charge he had a habit of shooting down any idea Michael came up with.
[flashback:]
Michael: And Sudden Valley just sort of implies that something awful could happen all of a sudden. You know, plus, it's on a hill.
George Sr.: What are you taking, stupid pills? Come on. Save us some money.
Narrator: This was a management tool that he used to keep Michael working for his approval.
George Sr.: [to himself] That was a hard one to say no to.

Sid Sitwell: The only thing I ask is out of the 450 homes we build, one be given to a disadvantaged family from the inner city.
Gob: [chuckles] That's great. So the other 449 families live in fear? Is that what we're saying? I mean, come on!
Where's your decen- What the hell just fell off your face? One of this guy's eyebrows fell in the candy beans.
Sid Sitwell: I always carry a spare.
Gob: Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans.

Narrator: Michael hoped to impress his father.
Michael: I think it sounds pretty good.
George Sr.: Pretty good? It was horrible. What are you taking, stupid pills again?
Narrator: But their old dynamic returned when George Sr. did.

George Sr.: Hey. This game goes way, way back.
Narrator: It was a fierce rivalry, with George Sr. using everything at his disposal to win.
[flashback:]
George Sr.: No hair. Hey, we got no hair.
Narrator: While Stan Sitwell used the game to raise funds for underprivileged children.
George Sr.: Oh, I think one of your orphans is heading towards the street.
Umpire: [o.s.] Strike three.

Tobias: Well, here we are and home we go with plenty of time to get you to English class.
Maeby: Wait.You can't do a U-turn on your dream. I say, we get you on the lot and get the Funke name out there. Start talking you up around the watercoolers.
Tobias: Oh, Maeby, we'll never get on here. I mean, behind these walls are the biggest stars in the world. America's treasures.
[As Andy Richter reads a script in the car lot, he drops his sandwich.]
Andy Richter: Damn it!
Maeby: Dad, you're auditioning for the part of a confidence man. Let's try a little confidence.
Studio Guard: You say confidence man? Hey, I'm up for that part too.
Tobias: Oh.
Studio Guard: Good luck to you.
Tobias: Good luck to you too.

Michael: [on the phone] Lindsay, wake up. I need you to play on the softball team this year.
Narrator: Lindsay felt the intended effect of Teamocil, a sense of camaraderie.
Lucille: Count me in, Michael. Happy to help the team.

Gob: Yeah, I don't think things are gonna work out with Sitwell. I mean, we picked up his sleepy-head wig, everything was cool. Next thing I know, he's asking me for a bunch of work ideas. So, I thought I'd just quit and go back to being president here.
Michael: I need to do this job, okay? I need to prove that I can do this job.
Gob: To who?
Michael: To... you.
Gob: Michael, I'm your big brother. I'll never be impressed with you.
Michael: Still..

Michael: What about if I help you with your work over at Sitwell?
Gob: You'd do that?
Michael: Sure.
Gob: You really want me to succeed at Sitwell?
Michael: Well, I just- Hey. Come on. I really want you to be over at Sitwell.