Narrator: Michael Bluth was at home working on a plan to save the company.
Michael: How's this for a business model? We make the company look like it's in the black by starting construction on the phase two development. I know what you're thinking, we're not in the black. How're we gonna build 30 houses without any money? We don't. We build one, then we have a huge ribbon-cutting ceremony while raising funds for the others.
Narrator: Michael's father always unveiled his construction projects with a highly publicized ribbon-cutting ceremony. He even did so for the prison he built and, somewhat ironically, would later occupy.
Michael: The only difference is this time I get to cut the ribbon.

Maeby: You guys really think you have the guts to go through with this "seeing other people" thing?
Narrator: In fact, neither Lindsay nor Tobias did have the guts to go through with it.
Lindsay: I already have.
Tobias: I have too.
[flashback:]
Lindsay: Can I buy you a drink?
Man: No. [Lindsay walks away]
Narrator: Lindsay, because she'd lost her self-confidence.
Man: I'd like to buy you a drink. Where's she going?
Narrator: And Tobias, because he was busy keeping an eye on Lindsay.

Michael: Hey, why don't you volunteer Oscar? That would solve both of your problems.
Lucille: He'd never cut his hair. [inhales] That hair.

Narrator: George Sr. was in Mexico with his escape accomplice and ex-secretary, Kitty.
Kitty: I keep eating so many eggs. It must be my unconscious desire to have a baby. Oh, my God. Can you even imagine how cute the combination of the two of us would be? I mean, we're all out of "prophylacticos" anyway. Somebody used the last two on his feet to walk across the bathroom floor.
Narrator: But he was growing tired of their confined intimacy.
George Sr.: I've made a huge mistake.

Narrator: chael to building a model home in two weeks.
Michael: We can't build a house in two weeks. Also, I'm not sure how "Solid as a Rock" helps people forget the fact that we built houses in Iraq.
Gob: I love that.
Michael: But you probably know best because you're president.
Gob: We don't have to build a real house, Michael. Like you said, it's all for appearances anyway. We throw up a couple of walls. We build a fake one.
Michael: What are you talking about?
Gob: Nothing on the inside.
Michael: I'll never get a crew to build it. They'd lose their licenses.
Gob: Then you build it yourself, damn it! Hey, there she is, my little business model. Sorry about that "build it yourself' crap. I was thinking I might take her to the ribbon-cutting. You end up finding a date yet? No, no.

Lucille: [on the phone] Did you see the news? Your Uncle Oscar forced himself on me at the beach today and I didn't have my horn.
Michael: Of course it was Uncle Oscar. Mom, you're not having an affair with him, are you?
Lucille: You're building a house?I want you to give it to him.
Michael: It's not a real house.
Lucille: Perfect. He's not a real man.

Lindsay: Hey, homeless guy.
Thomas Jane: Hey.
Lindsay: I'm not proud of the way I was so grossed out when I found out you were gross before.

Michael: Okay, we've all made some sacrifices to be here, but we all want the same thing.
Oscar: I wanna live here.
George Michael: I wanna buy Ann some diamond dust.
Buster: I'm just hoping to get mildly injured, so I can get out of the army.

Gob: Hey, sorry for the "my brother does what I tell him to do" crap but I want this to be perfect for when I cut the ribbon tomorrow.
Michael: You're cutting the ribbon? I kinda thought that since I built it, I might go ahead and give it a-
Gob: Yeah, okay. Can you imagine how that would look to the board? The construction worker cutting the ribbon. No, no, that's a job for the president.

Michael: Have you seen your Uncle Gob around?
George Michael: No. And I can't find that diamond dust that Aunt Lindsay bought for me.
Michael: Oh, well, your Aunt Lindsay has probably taken it. She's just a taker.