Narrator: The next day, Lindsay, having heard about a military exercise joined a protest group and went off to exercise her own First Amendment rights.
Military Officer: This way! Thank you! Right here. This way. I ask you to make sure you're fully inside the free speech zone before beginning your protest.
Lindsay: Free speech zone? This is where we're protesting? This isn't right. Where are the cameras?
Military Officer: They're in the free press zone, and if you could save your comments until you're completely loaded into the cage...
Lindsay: Well, at least the procession will come through here. They'll see us protest.
Hippie: Actually, they're using their right to cut through the lemon grove.
Military Officer: Okay, have fun, enjoy your right to free speech. The armed forces welcomes your dissent.
Lindsay: Well, hopefully somebody will come by we can protest.

Lucille: Michael?
Michael: Yeah.
Lucille: I hope you're here to bring me a check for Buster's surgery. They made him stop eating after midnight, and he's hungry, and he's in a foreign land and his jaw is clicking, and he's scared.

Michael: I screwed something up, Mom. l-I did it, and Dad is just, you know, furious at me. And he should be, you know? He told me to pay off his brother, and I didn't. Instead, I bought his worthless land.
Lucille: With the lemons and the tanks?
Michael: I know it! First investment I made with the company money, and it's a total disaster. Then I went ahead and lied about it, which is gonna let this board member bring the company down I'm gonna ruin this family, Mom. [Lucille hugs Michael and shushes him] What's this? What's happening? It's going to be all right. Why are you squeezing me with your body?
Lucille: It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.
Michael: Why?
Lucille: Because you need your mother right now.
Michael: But I don't get along with my- Sorry. That was a knee jerk.
Lucille: Michael. You made a mistake. You're a human being. But you're so forgiving to everyone else in this family. Try being forgiving to yourself. Now, if you'll excuse me. Let Mama take care of it.
Michael: No, no. Mom, come on. I don't want you to do anything. Hey! This isn't algebra. I'm a big boy. Mother! Do not make somebody dis- [door closes] disappear.

Mr. Jordan: Listen, you've got the money now. And you know my price. You don't need a whistle-blower around here.
Michael: Interesting choice of words, Mr. Jordan. He's right. We don't need a whistle-blower. We need a building full of whistle-blowers. Okay? Whistles! I want this place to be honest. That's exactly why I had these made up for us. When you see something wrong, I wa- [whistle blows] There you go. I want you to report it. I want you to- [whistle blows] Exactly. Just like that. I want us to police ourselves as vigilant- [whistle blows] Let's wait till something actually happens though. [whistles blow] Okay, good fun. All right. Hey. Enough!
[later:]
Michael: 46, 47... Okay, there's still three whistles left out there. Who's got the whistles?
Board Member #1: [blows whistle] He kept one.
Michael: There's a good example of whistle-blowing. But you've kept yours, so it's hurting your case.
Board Member #1: I was in the bathroom when you asked for it back.
Board Member #2: No, he wasn't.
Michael: In any event we are going to be responsible with this money.
Tobias: [enters] Michael, I hope I'm not interrupting anything but I'd love to get a hunk of that new company money. [whistle blows]

Narrator: Gob and Tobias, meanwhile, were brainstorming at a local coffee shop.
Gob: I need a cup of coffee to focus.
Tobias: It's so crowded in here. I can't think. Okay. What is it that people need?
Gob: People love to carbo-load. The bagel place.
Tobias: There you go.

Michael: Obviously, Dad's in prison now. I'm running the business a little bit differently.
Oscar: You do the best with what you have.
Michael: Yeah.
Oscar: I have lemons, I make lemonade.
Michael: That's a very positive attitude.
Oscar: I hate the lemonade business. I hate the grind. You have to grind so many [bleep] lemons.
Michael: You're not a very metaphorical person, are you?

Michael: So I've got too many people watching me too closely. So, if you're willing to work, or if you have something of value...
Oscar: The only thing I have of value is my land. I could give you the rights to "All You Need Are Smiles." That was a song I wrote for David Cassidy. He was gonna sing it on The Mike Douglas Show. But he was too embarrassed to do it in front of John and Yoko.

Michael: Tell me about the land.
Oscar: It's a couple hundred acres of lemon groves, right near Camp Pendleton.
Michael: If you're willing to part with that land, Uncle Oscar, I can guarantee you a little bit more than that $10,000.
Oscar: To be honest, I've often thought of giving it up to pursue my my lost love. The love that was taken from me. [passing gas]
Michael: I hope that was the espresso machine.

George Sr.: Oh, Michael! This guy has got nothing in his life. He wrote one song that made Joan Baez call him "the shallowest man in the world." He has a worthless piece of property. And, yes, a head of hair only because he's never had to work for a living.
Michael: Wait. Now, what piece of property's worthless?
George Sr.: The grove. Where he lives. I mean, you can't build on it. The government has an easement on it.
Michael: Does Oscar know this?
George Sr.: Of course he knows it. I mean, they run their their tanks through there. Occasionally, they stop for a little lemonade, but what's that? That's a buck fifty. You can't make much from that.

George Michael: Who- Who's disappeared?
Michael: No one. Why do you ask? Have you seen someone?
George Michael: I've seen no one.
Michael: Then you haven't seen anyone that looks like Pop-Pop.
George Michael: No. Why? Has someone who looks like Pop-Pop disappeared?
Michael: No. Course not.