George Michael: Tell them it's off. Go up there and tell them it's off.
Michael: That's the other thing. I mean, there is no more "up there," um, and- and- and- Look, I- I cannot call it off. But I'm the one on the line. I'm the only one who needs to lose feet over this... sleep over this.

Gob: No, they're jealous. They are jealous. And they won't stop until one of us is a murderer. Today, it's Buster. Tomorrow- No, I guess it'll stop today. Today's the last day.

Narrator: The Bluths were waiting for information from Michael and their attorney after having made the news again.
John Beard: [on the phone] Viewers, it was the graphic scene behind the graphics that caught the attention of a sharp-eyed viewer who saw something and said something. On the top of a stair car the police are calling a "vehicle of interest," an alleged man, now identified as Byron Buster Bluth, can be seen dropping a large person-type thing into the water below. Police think this may be a clue to the disappearance of Lucille Austero, with whom the suspect had a long and rocky relationship. Mr. Bluth was arrested last night in an elevator in Newport. It seems the Bluth Family...
Narrator: And the family found themselves in the last place they ever expected to be: a police station.

George Sr.: Come on. Let's all get on the same side here. We need to be all together on this.
Tobias: Yeah, I- I think that's a wonderful idea. And really, we're just asking this Asian gentleman and his wife ? To move over to that group of chairs there, freeing up the end seat, which I would love to take a shot at sitting in.
Michael: [enters] Okay, it is not great news.
Tobias: Sorry. To finish the thought, that would free up this whole area of seats for us. From the "If You See Something, Say Something" poster to the payphone.
Lucille: Tobias, please.

Narrator: It was only after doing so that Oscar decided to be the latest Bluth to abandon a stair car, unfortunately doing so in a parking spot that had only recently been assigned to evidence supervisor Eddie Cantrow.
Eddie Cantrow: Evidence parking only.
Narrator: Who, before realizing that he was looking at damaging evidence against Buster, reacted poorly, damaging the evidence against Buster.
Eddie Cantrow: Son of a bitch!
Narrator: In fairness to him, it had taken him a super long time to get a decent parking spot that he didn't have to walk, like, a mile from.

Michael: Unfortunately, someone tampered with the evidence. But, look, even without it, they still have the video of him dumping something in the bay that night.
Gob: And- And did he say what it was that he dumped? Or who gave him whatever what it was that he dumped? Or where that guy, not the first guy but the second guy who gave him what he dumped, got what it was that he dumped?
Barry: Not this time. No, we we didn't have him say anything. I said, "Don't say a word. Put on your poker face."
Narrator: Although Buster's poker face didn't really make him look like less of a murderer.

Michael: No one should say anything publicly about this. I should speak for the family.
Tobias: [scoffs] You?
Michael: Mm-hmm.
Tobias: Who said it should be you?
Michael: Well, I'm in the family, and it's gonna be crazy. It's gonna be a media circus, Tobias.
Tobias: Then I should be its ringmaster.

Michael: I think we need to get Buster the best criminal lawyer available.
Barry: Looking for the best?
Michael: Yeah.
Barry: Well, if you're looking for the best, there is only one group to go to. They're called the Guilty Guys.
Narrator: In fact, they were five of the most prestigious attorneys in Orange County. There was Anita Bramwell, a researcher as tough as a prosecutor, whose photographic memory was the perfect complement to her photogenic good looks. When it came to writing briefs, Garrison "Harvard" Sweet was as elegant on the page as he was clumsy on the dance floor. But in both cases, he wasn't afraid to step on a few toes. Trained by the FBI in forensics, Shara Winfield not only knew the science of law, but the laws of science. She was an expert who wasn't afraid to get a little DNA on her. With a state supreme court justice as a father, Jack Griffin had more to prove than most upper-tier Dartmouth law students. He wasn't too proud to take money and a country club membership from his parents. But he made it to the top of the list by being just that good. And hailing from the mean streets of Oakland comes a lawyer raised by a single mother who taught him the meaning of justice, Jesus, and when to not follow the rules. David G. "G-Man" Barnes cared about but one thing above the law: his beloved Raiders. These five professionals had a perfect record defending real criminals who'd done real crimes. Together, they were known as the Guilty Guys. And I think I might have gotten Jack and David mixed up.

Barry: Very expensive but very, very good, especially if you're guilty.
Michael: He's not guilty.
Barry: Then I would go with the cheaper option.
Lucille: Unacceptable. We want the best.

George Sr.: Well, how are we gonna pay for that? We don't have any money. It's all tied up in Fakeblock. Thanks, Michael.
Gob: "Thanks, Michael"? How 'bout a little thanks to the guy who drove the stock price up and ended up screwing over those other guys? Who ended up being us. Thanks, Michael.
Michael: Fakeblock's got nothing to do with this.
Gob: Thanks, Michael.