Michael and George Michael, in sleeping bags.

...the morning of the boat party

George Michael Bluth, Frozen banana salesman/child

Narrator: This is Michael’s son, George Michael.

Michael: I mean, we’ve made nothing but sacrifices for this family, and tonight, it all pays off, my boy. Tonight, your granddad makes me partner.

Narrator: To prove his dedication to the family business, Michael has decided to live here...

Narrator: ...in the model unit of his father’s latest housing tract. The guys live in the attic so that the house can still function as a pristine selling tool.

Michael: And when I do get that promotion, I’ll finally be able to get you what you deserve, you know? Like a real home.

George Michael: This is a real home.

Michael: No, it’s not. It’s a fake home, son. You want the loops or the flakes today?

Narrator: The guys then headed down to Balboa Island so George Michael could work at the frozen banana stand his grandfather started in 1953.

George Michael: Bananas.

Narrator: Michael, meanwhile, was meeting his brother G.O.B., hoping to discuss his father’s boat party.

Michael: Do you have your check for your share of the party?

G.O.B.: Hey, come on, I just bought this new illusion called The Aztec Tomb. It cost, like, eighteen grand.

Michael: Come on, G.O.B. I don’t care.

G.O.B.: I’m gonna do it on the boat. Look, what do you care? Can’t you just charge the party to the company?

Michael: No, it’s not a business expense.

G.O.B.: So what? Lindsay’s been staying at the Four Seas for, like, a month— she’s probably charging the company.

Michael: Lindsay’s been in town for a month?

G.O.B.: I don’t think so.

Narrator: Michael was upset to hear this, so he went to discuss it with his mother.

Michael: Mom? Mother? Give me your company checkbook. You’re cut off.

Michael: Well... you’ve got to remember, you’re going to be all splattered in red paint. That’s gonna distract the eye. I don’t want you charging any more of your personal expenses to the company.

Lucille: Well, I had to pay for The Aztec Tomb. G.O.B. says it’s a career-maker.

Michael: Wait a minute—the company paid for The Aztec Tomb? That’s great. Well, I was talking about Lindsay, okay? You put her in a five-star hotel, on top of which, you didn’t even tell me that she was in town.

Lucille: If you’re saying I play favorites, you’re wrong—I love all my children equally.

Good grief, I dipped into the kitty a couple of times. You should be focused on tonight. Dad’s making a big announcement.

Michael: Yeah? I knew it. It’s about me, isn’t it?