Dusty: Just tell the story the way you told it to me earlier today. Beginning with what you were doing the night of the murder. [gasps] [grunts] Alleged murder. Alleged.
Tobias: Yes, yes. [takes deep breath] It was Cinco de Cuatro!
Dusty: No, no, no, I'm I'm gonna stop you there. I still feel you're acting.
Tobias: Really?
Dusty: A little. I do.
Tobias: Huh. So, just no script at all? Just vérité? Okay. Well, uh, here it is with nothing. I needed somebody to play a part in my "Fantastic" - for legal purposes, I can't say the rest of it - musical, and Buster happily filled in.

Dusty: So, you're saying Buster was performing as the rock monster when the murder allegedly took place?
Is that true, Buster?
Buster: That's what I told you. He asked me to that night.
Dusty: And you'll confirm that on the stand?
Tobias: [English accent] I will. And perhaps I'll do it in an English accent! [normal voice] Nay, nay, I shan't. I shall stick to the script. Not script. Nope. Vérité. I have taken the note vérité. Yes, yes. Great. Now, I do wish I could do this gratis, but I'm having a bit of a shelter crisis of late. And I hate to play hardball-
Dusty: I don't think that they pay witnesses.
Tobias: Hmm... Uh, unrelated, what happens to this room when you leave?
Dusty: Yeah, I think they lock it up at night.
Tobias: Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Damn it! I just [sniffles, voice breaking] need somewhere to s- All right, well, gentlemen, thank you so much for your time. And I will be seeing you.

George Michael: Maeby killed Annette?
Tobias: Where did we land with that?
Debrie: Uh, gore- She was gored.
Tobias: Yes. Gored in the running of the bulls.
Murphybrown: People were getting suspicious, so it had to be somewhere where there wouldn't be a body. Or, like, where an animal took off with the body so fast...
Tobias: That you couldn't get it back.

Tobias: What do we want?
Protesters: No wall!
Tobias: When do we want it?
Protesters: We don't?
Tobias: Well, that doesn't-
Lucille: Tobias!
Tobias: Go limp! Go limp! Go- No, no, no, no. You- You look like you're at a Walking Dead convention. No, limp, like, uh, flaccid. Unerect.

Lucille: I knew this day was too good to be true. Let me have it. I'm a liar and a terrible mother for keeping it from you.
Lindsay: Yeah. That's kind of true. Your anger spread to me, made me a horrible partner to Tobias.
Tobias: And I will say you weren't the most loving mommy yourself. But to be fair, you barely knew Murphybrown, so...
Maeby: Oh, what the [bleep]?
Tobias: Oh, yes. And you were a horrible mother to Maeby, too.

Narrator: The proceedings got underway, and the Bluths set about pretending they were a family that sticks together.
Jan Eagleman: You never heard anyone in your family discuss plans to either travel to Iraq, or do business there?
Tobias: Well, I spend so much time making sweet love on my wife, that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts and...
Jan Eagleman: Your witness.
Michael: I have nothing.