Written by Jim Vallely and Mitchell Hurwitz.
Narrator: Now the story of a wealthy family who lost everything and the one son who had no choice but to keep them all together. It’s Arrested Development.
Narrator: Michael Bluth was talking to his son about his latest test.
Michael: A minus, huh?
George Michael: Proud of me?
Michael: Very proud. Minus. Better go hit the books. Get up there.
Lindsay: Oh, grades are meaningless. Maeby’s last school didn’t even have them.
Sunshine Academy report card
Narrator: Back in Boston, Maeby’s parents had enrolled her in a progressive school with its own system of evaluation.
Michael: All I’m saying, Lindsay, is that you know, you might want to push her a little bit because a kid without discipline can get into some pretty tough stuff.
Lindsay: So you think she’s going to suddenly turn to drugs because she got a C plus?
Michael: Minus. And yes, I think that without boundaries, a kid can get into trouble, and yeah, sometimes that can mean drugs.
Lindsay: See, you’re as bad as Dad with his ridiculous lessons.
Narrator: George, Sr. had used his considerable means to stage intricate scenarios, to teach his children what he considered valuable life lessons.
George, Sr.: I need help.
J. Walter Weatherman: I’ll get my gear.
Narrator: Typically, these scenarios would involve a man named J. Walter Weatherman, a one-time employee who lost his arm in a Bluth Company construction accident.
Young G.O.B.: Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?
George, Sr.: We’re out of milk. I could have got it earlier if someone would have left a note.
George, Sr.: Oh.
George, Sr.: Why?! If someone had left a note, this innocent man would still have his arm! Why?!
J. Walter Weatherman: And that’s why you always leave a note.![]()
Michael: Well, those lessons worked, didn’t they? I mean, we still leave notes to this day.
Lindsay: Oh, that’s what that was about. I thought he was trying to get us off of dairy.
G.O.B.: I need a favor.
Michael: What happened to “Hello. I need a favor”?
G.O.B.: I owe Hot Cops 500 bucks.
Michael: Hot Cops?
G.O.B.: It’s the stripping agency I used to work for. Cop uniform?
Michael: Right.
G.O.B.: You know, I might’ve been a little too believable.
