Lucille: Yeah, that's another thing Dusty doesn't complain about, his allowance.
George Sr.: You give him an allowance?
Lucille: He doesn't get one. He's very wealthy. He made a lot of money in his law career. And he's fun. He surfs. He does things. He's alive, George.
George Sr.: [laughs] I'm alive.
Lucille: Only because Michael drives an electric car. Trust me, the whole "trying to kill yourself" thing, turn off.
George Sr.: I think I need to show you that I am a fun guy who likes to laugh and is open to not killing himself. I don't call it that, I call it "a cry for help," but I think help has just arrived and it's saying, "Cry for fun!"
Lucille: Don't cry at all.
George Sr.: Don't cry. Don't die. And have some fun. [laughs] Wow, thank you. Okay, I'm gonna I'm gonna go to the beach now. I'm gonna have a ball!
I don't know what's going on, but I feel like a 55-year-old.
Lucille: Well, so do I. And he's showing up to take me out for dinner later, so I need to get ready.
George Sr.: Okay. Well don't cry. Don't die. And have some fun.
Lucille: Hurt people, hurt people.

Rebel: Fakeblock is gonna change the world. Which reminds me, I'm dying to see it.
George Michael: No, I know, it's... We've just been busy with all our coding and all the goddamn... [chuckles] coding and, um also programming, so it's ju... But as soon as it's up and running, we'll... We'll get you over there and...
Rebel: No. As a part-owner, I want to see it while all the work is happening, and I'm not gonna take no for an answer.
George Michael: Well, but, the coding, and...

George Michael: Hey, Uncle Gob, where did you find those guys?
Gob: They're paid protestors, boy!
Maeby: [chuckling] Gay Gob's funny.
George Michael: Uh, do you think they could be Anonymous? Like Guy Fawkeses?
Gob: Guy Fawkeses?
George Michael: Can you get me guys like that?
Gob: You bet your balls I can get you some Guy Fawkeses.
Tobias: [o.s.] Don't hold your balls. I would not hold my balls on that one.

Michael: So they escaped from prison a half hour before he was gonna be legally released?
Lucille: No one told him.
Gob: He's got a lot of spunk. I like that on a guy.

Michael: Buster thinks he's broken out of prison. God knows what he's gonna do.
Lucille: Well, somebody has to find him.
Michael: Well, you're the cause of it, and he does respond to your scent.
George Sr.: I'll go with you, and we will find our son together, and perhaps we will find each other along the way.
Lucille: Why don't you find some money along the way to make up for the land you lost in Mexico?

Michael: You know I'd really like to be involved, but I can't risk being involved in anything that might be illegal.
George Sr.: Agreed. That's what Gob is for.
Michael: Boy, I was really hoping you were gonna say there's nothing illegal.
George Sr.: It's the last thing you'll ever need to do for me.
Michael: You heard a yes?
George Sr.: Thank you.

Narrator: But Oscar wasn't the only twin that was down, because as Michael headed out to keep the company alive he realized he'd need to do the same for its founder.
Michael: What are you doing with the hose?
George Sr.: Wha- No, I didn't know it was on. I mean, I would never purposefully run a car with the garage door closed with the family in crisis.
Michael: Okay. You know, Dad, this is an electric car.
George Sr.: Oh.
Michael: So, the only thing you're killing is my battery.
George Sr.: Is that funny? I... Oh, God, I can't get anything right.

Michael: And you know, since you're co-president, your name's all over this. That means that whatever trouble Dad is responsible for, you are also responsible for.
Gob: So you're telling me that Dad thinks I'm responsible.
Michael: Maybe it's time to show them you are responsible.
Gob: Yeah.
Michael: That you're not looking for some reward for doing the right thing.
Gob: Or any reward.
Adhir: [over intercom] Good Gob. [Michael hands Gob a candy]
Gob: Oh, thanks, buddy. They think I'm too stupid to-
Michael: Help yourself.
Gob: [takes another candy] Yeah. You know what's funny? They think that I'm too stup- [choking]] I already had one in there, so...
Michael: We got to face facts.
Gob: They're stuck. These stick. They're stickers-

Narrator: Meanwhile, Gob was preparing to walk out of a job he'd put over eight hours of his life into.
Gob: This is just as tough for you as it is for me. Tougher, maybe. Man without a king. [chuckles] Oh, God. I'm gonna miss this view. Rite Aid roof as far as you can see.

Gob: I told some paid protesters that we use that, um, they could bill us. You know, it's for my nephew. They're gonna be buying some masks as well, so... They're Guy Fawkeses.
Adhir: So those are personal expenses.
Gob: No, I just told you, they're for my nephew.
Adhir: Right. Got it. I'll let Michael know they're non-business related.
Gob: Don't worry about Michael. He should've thought of that before he fired me. Probably for being gay, too.
Adhir: You do know that Michael didn't fire you, you quit.
Gob: As any proud gay man would do in the face of such bigotry. But I guess I don't need to tell that to a little Indian guy, huh? Michael's not your friend either. You should've seen the look on his face when I do my impression of you. You know... [Indian accent] What's the problem with Apu?