Narrator: Back at the model home, Michael was bonding with his son.
Michael: You know? You're dating the girl of my dreams. Your dreams. You know? What I meant was, my dreams are your dreams. Have you ever noticed that dreams are hard to remember? There's one I can't forget. The dream of us working together. Do you remember how we wanted to make sure we could hang out all day every day?
George Michael: Like you and your dad.
Michael: Well, that was not a dream. Think I wanted to hang out with my father? That was a job. No, but listen, I want you to know that I'm available to you 24 hours a day, any time you want, to talk about business. And don't think I can't handle the tech stuff. I spent those five and a half weeks up at the Search campus. I'm texting with one hand, you've seen that.

George Michael: Turns out, we're way more in debt than I thought we were.
Michael: Same here.
George Michael: Yeah.
Michael: I- I'm suddenly running the Bluth Company, and they're up to something. I don't know what it is, but we're broke.
George Michael: It's just, these offices are just wiping us out.
Michael: And same here. Gob's got us on two floors now.
George Michael: Trying to get my employees to describe what they're doing is like pulling teeth.
Michael: Yeah, I think there are a couple of Two Hour Teeth guys still on the payroll. No one will confirm, but I'm convinced that in the break room, there's still an active chair.

Michael: You're right at the beginning. You shouldn't be thinking about bankruptcy at all, you know? Can't you get a loan?
George Michael: [sighs] Well, I mean, Rebel offered to buy the whole company outright.
Michael: Oh, you can't do that.
George Michael: No. I mean-
Michael: Forget about that.
George Michael: What if the software...
Michael: Is worth billions?
George Michael: ...never works? It doesn't seem likely.

George Michael: Well, so, I've looked into selling the company to somebody else, but the thing is that tech companies don't normally sell without a whole lot of vetting. And anyone I've talked to will only do it if the president stays on, so before we find a clueless buyer, I think we're gonna have to find a clueless president. And it's not gonna be me. You know, someone that's stupid and lazy enough that he doesn't ask any questions about the actual software.
Maeby: Oh, I love how you're assuming it's a he.
Gob: [enters] I know what you're thinking! Look who's back. After your father unceremoniously let me quit. Now I'm back down on the third floor without so much as a "feel free to use the third floor" joke. [takes deep breath] Anyway what are you two doing down here after a long mid-weekend?
George Michael: Well, Dad said we could use the offices for Fakeblock. He actually said, "Feel free to use the third floor."

Tobias: You know, gang, I don't want to jinx it, but this certainly is better than living in that attic, yes?
Debrie: Oh, definitely.
Murphybrown: It's so great, Dad.
Tobias: And what's our number one rule?
Debrie & Murphybrown: Don't tell Michael.
Tobias: Well, yes, but I also meant, 88 more days, and squatter's rights kick in. [sings] 88 days and squatter's rights kick in [all sing] 88 days and squatter's rights kick in 88 days and squatter's rights...

George Michael: Hey, Gob, we want to beat Mailer Daemon to the punch.
Maeby: Come to Fakeblock. Be our president.
George Michael: You won't need to get your e-mail redelivered.
Maeby: Yeah. You already know the lay of the office.
George Michael: You won't have to learn new snacks.
Maeby: And everybody knows you, so there won't be gaining everyone's respect. And the best part is, you get paid in stock.
George Michael: Right. Money never has to change hands.
Gob: I'm listening.
George Michael: That's it. We're done talking.
Maeby: Mm-hmm.
Gob: Can I get back to you?
George Michael: Yeah.
Gob: I'm in.
George Michael: Great!
Gob: Well, looks like I'm gonna need that office space after all. This is not gonna be an easy conversation.

Michael: The the file that was labeled "Gated Community." I think that this is a map that they did not want me to see. It looks like a wall on the border, but made out of teeth? She's crazy. She's totally crazy.
George Michael: That might be a setting in the printer. Let me see what we have here. Yeah. See? Right here. You have to uncheck "Presume Teeth."
Michael: This is what they need me to find money for. This is their secret project, huh? Well, there's only one way to find out for sure.
George Michael: Uncheck "Presume Teeth."
Michael: And print again.

Argyle Austero: That sends a message that conversion therapy works, which will hurt us. And we're the ones doing the hurting.
Gob: Oh, right, then there'd be less gays that would suck the gays out.
Argyle Austero: No.
Gob: I mean, off.
Argyle Austero: Because it's a destructive sham that thinks that homosexuality can be cured through shame and fear, you pathetic little dipshit.

Argyle Austero: We got as much of the cement off as we could. Don't need it traced back to us. You mention this to anyone, and this is the last sound you're going to hear. [tap dances]
Gob: You're gonna tap-dance on my grave?
Argyle Austero: Oh, hell, you saw the matinee. Out you go. Chop-chop. I want it off my floor and somewhere no one will find it. I don't have all day. I've got to get out of these work clothes. I have house seats for Chita Rivera tonight.
Gob: I don't know who he is. Stupid day to take an Uber.

George Sr.: I thought you said you lived here alone.
Stan Sitwell: It's my old lady. Leave her out of it, please? She's a very sweet person. She's smiling all the time, even when she sleeps.