George Sr.: George Michael is running the frozen banana stand now?
Michael: That's right. Yeah. You sit with that. You think about that for a while.
Narrator: George Sr. did think about that.
[cut to George Michael and Maeby with T-Bone at the banana stand:]
Maeby: Well, now that we've got an employee, we can go have dinner. We throw away a banana for every buck we take so no one finds out.
T-Bone: Wait a minute. I think you should do that math again.
George Michael: Why? Is it wrong?
Maeby: It's fine. He's an arsonist, not an embezzler.

Maeby: [on the phone] Hey, Uncle Michael, it's me, Maeby.
Michael: Where's George Michael?
Maeby: At the banana stand. He's about to do something really irresponsible.
Michael: You think it's irresponsible? I'll be right there.

Michael: Burned it right down to the ground.
George Sr.: Are you crazy? There was money in that banana stand.
Michael: Well, it's all gone now, Dad, and it was my decision. So the next time you wanna have a little power struggle just remember that you're playing with fire.
George Sr.: There was $250,000 lining the walls of the banana stand.
Narrator: What?
George Sr.: Cash, Michael.
Michael: Why didn't you tell me that?
George Sr.: How much clearer can I say, "There's always money in the banana stand"?
Prison Guard: No touching!
George Sr.: No touching!

Tobias: Okay, we are just about ass to ankles back here, Maeby. Do you wanna hop on your cousin's lap there, please?
Michael: [o.s.] Whoa, bumpy road ahead.

Michael: What's going on? This is exactly where the two of you were when I left this morning. Is nobody gonna even try to get a job?
Lindsay: I have a job, Michael.
Michael: Yeah?
Lindsay: It's called supporting my husband.
Michael: Well, you certainly haven't been shopping. The only thing I found in the freezer was a dead dove in a bag.
Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? 'Cause I've only got a couple days left to return it. Died right in the middle of a show.
[flashback to security camera footage of Gob at a pet store:]
Pet Store Owner: Do you want a cage for that?
Gob: No. [puts dove in breast pocket] I'm a magician. [walks into the door] What is your return policy, by the way?

Lucille: [on the phone] Then why don't you marry an ice cream sandwich? I gotta go. [hangs up]
Michael: Who was that? Was that Dad?
Lucille: That was Gob.
Michael: Uh-huh. So, Mom, I'm trying to find-
Lucille: I don't know where they are.
Michael: ...these flight records. You know, it's really more believable if you let me finish.

Michael: Why am I the only one that seems to get how much trouble this family is in?
Lucille: Oh, I get it, Michael. I get it. But how should I know where the records are kept? Your father's in charge of all that.
Michael: No, I'm in charge of all of that. And I think that you do know where they are.
Lucille: Oh, it's probably all in a storage unit somewhere.
Michael: Where is the storage unit?
Lucille: I don't remember.
Michael: Try.
Lucille: Something with "Dale." I don't know. Brookfeather. Raintree. It's hot. It's very hot there. I've never been. Get a warrant!

Michael: Don't think I won't. Mother. Mother, I care about this family.
Lucille: And I do, too, my darling. That's why I'm worried about Gob. I was on the phone with him this morning.
Michael: You mean just now, right? When I came in?
Lucille: Yes, just now, when you came in. And he's upset. He's very upset. You haven't included him in the business at all. He's your older brother. You could find a little job for him. Make him feel special.
Michael: But he's not special, Mother.
Lucille: No. But he loves you. We all love you.
Michael: Where's the storage unit?
Lucille: It's with your warrant.

Michael: So, I'm gonna go see Dad, because this is my business to run now.
Gob: Your business?
Michael: Hey, there you are, Gob. I have been looking all over for you. I could really use some help.
Gob: Well, I was gonna return this dove. What are you- You want me to run a meeting for you or something?
Michael: Or, even better, could you mail this letter for me?
Gob: You can't just give that to a mailman?
Michael: I can't trust a mailman with this. This is important.
Narrator: Gob was intrigued. He also suspected he couldn't return a completely frozen dove to a pet store and get the full refund he felt he was entitled to.
Gob: I'll mail that letter.

Lucille: Am I the only one who works in this family?
Tobias: [chuckles] Yes, that's my gal. Who would have imagined two actors in one family? We're like the Lunts! You see... Excuse me.