Michael: You seem more villainous than usual, Mom. Are you sober?
Lucille: Michael, it's 8:00 a.m.
Michael: So it's not that.

Michael: Why'd you go off them this time?
Lucille: Well, apparently, mood-altering medication leads to street drugs. That's what this very handsome, young doctor said on The Today Show.
Michael: That was Tom Cruise, the actor.
Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist.

Narrator: Michael Bluth began his day with something he'd never seen before.
Man: [on TV] I'm hearing good things about the Bluth Company. What do you think?
Narrator: Good news about his family's housing business.
Jim Cramer: [on TV] Old Man Bluth's in jail. I think his son is running the company. Doesn't seem like a total moron to me. You know what? I've had this thing as a triple sell, and I am upgrading it, right here, right now! I think this thing could even go as high as a "Don't Buy."
Michael: "Don't Buy!" Huh? Mom, did you see that?
Jim Cramer: [on TV] Don't buy Bluth!

Lucille: I don't know. Maybe it's because I went off my post-partum medication.
Michael: You were still taking that? You had Buster 32 years ago.
Lucille: And that's how long I've been depressed about him. Actually, I did go off it in the early '90s, but I didn't like what happened to me.
[flashback to 1994 - Lucille is eating a cupcake as she watches TV, while Buster plays a drum and Lupe irons:]
John Beard: [on TV] Claiming she could take it no more, the young mother released the emergency brake, allowing her car to roll backwards into the nearby lake.
Lucille: Good for her!
[present:]
Lucille: I must have gained three pounds.

Gob: Pardon me if I don't burst into tears, Michael, but at least he promised to take you. He just let me blindly enjoy my childhood. I didn't even know there was a cabin he wasn't taking me to! [sobs]
Michael: Hmm, mine's sadder.
Gob: I don't see you crying, robot. You taste these tears. Taste my sad, Michael.
Michael: I am not going to lick your eye, okay?
Gob: Well, I will tell you this, Michael... I don't have a son.
Narrator: He does.
Gob: But if I ever do, I'm either going to take him to the cabin in the woods, or I'm going to promise to take him and then not take him. But the one thing that I will never do is not tell him that I'm taking him to a cabin in the woods, and then not take him!
Narrator: Gob was growing up.
Michael: Well, the cabin in the woods is going to be stacked up next to our carport. But maybe we should head up there tonight, huh? One... first time.
Gob: Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it.
Michael: Tastes kind of like sad.

Narrator: Michael had just surprised his sleeping son by taking him camping.
Michael: I put this off too long, and it's too important. Your Uncle Oscar can stay in prison one more day, right?
Narrator: Not according to that day's blog on ImOscar.com.
Michael: This here is way more important than me trying to find my father. Although, I was very close. I almost had Pop-Pop in Reno.
George Michael: Me, too.

Narrator: Tobias, meanwhile, was looking for a way to make his wife jealous by convincing her that he was not only a Blue Man, but still with Kitty, when he came across a makeup woman, who, coincidentally, looked a great deal like Kitty.
Tobias: If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.
Narrator: Gee, why wouldn't she want him back?

Michael: So where did you get this kid?
Gob: Yeah, I guess I can tell you now. We were both waiting for our dads at that garden where the little boy found the arm. The kid's amazing, though. It's almost like I wish he could be my dad.
Michael: Okay, um, your dad's not trying to find you, your son is. That kid's your son. You're the dad.
Gob: Hmm? I've made a huge, tiny mistake.

Michael: You build a house that's good, people are going to want to come... [trips] The sinkhole spread a little bit more last night? Anyway, I'm going to go to the prison. I'm going to tell Dad about this news.
Lucille: I thought you said we shouldn't visit him.
Michael: Uh, visit, no. Gloat, yes.

Michael: Maybe you should get away from Buster. Why don't you go up to the cabin in the woods?
Lucille: I thought you said we sold it.
Michael: We sold the property. I worked it out so that we could relocate the cabin, but it is going to be up in Tahoe for another couple of days. Maybe you can take a date up there.
Lucille: How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap?
Michael: ... The cabin! Yes, th- Well, that would be difficult, too. Please get back on the meds, Mom. We miss the old, old you.