Written by Mitchell Hurwitz and John Levenstein.
Maeby: (Singing in shower.) Got nothing on the love now...![]()
Narrator: So, he addressed his problem head-on.
George Michael: Dad, I want to work more hours at the banana stand.
Michael: Wow. Well, that’s great. You know, I used to be just like you when I was a kid. I used to love it there.
Michael: Well, I’ll tell you what. I’m going to give you a promotion. Welcome aboard, Mr. Manager.
George Michael: Wow. I’m Mr. Manager.
Michael: Well, manager; we just say manager.
Michael: And you can hire an employee if you need one.
George Michael: Do you think I need one?
Michael: Don’t look at me, Mr. Manager.
George Michael: Right, it’s up to me now. I’m Mr. Manager.
Michael: Manager. We-we just say, uh...
George Michael: I know, but you...
Michael: Doesn’t matter who.
Bag labeled, “Dead dove. Do not eat.”
Michael: I don’t know what I expected.
Michael: What’s going on? This is exactly where the two of you were when I left this morning. Is nobody going to even try to get a job?
Lindsay: I have a job, Michael. It’s called supporting my husband.
Michael: You certainly haven’t been shopping. The only thing I found in the freezer was a dead dove in a bag.
G.O.B.: You didn’t eat that, did you? ’Cause I’ve only got a couple days left to return it. It died right in the middle of a show.
Lindsay: Not that I have to defend myself, but for your information, I did go shopping.
Narrator: Lindsay’s achievements in high school had always overshadowed Michael’s.
Tobias: I agree with Michael; it’s important not to tie your self-esteem to how you look or what people think of you. I mean, look at me— I’m an actor. An actor, for crying out loud. You know how much rejection I face every day? But in this business of show, you have to have the heart of an angel and the hide... of an elephant.![]()
Lindsay: But, you’ve never actually had an audition.
Tobias: Well... excuse me! Excuse me.
Michael: Some really great spousal support.
Michael: Is there a carbon monoxide leak in this house?
Michael: George Michael, you’re taking your cousin to work today. That’s your new employee. I do not want my niece to end up just like everyone in this family.
Lindsay: You’re not telling my daughter what to do. She’s a child.
Maeby: No, I’m not. I can work.
George Michael: Uh, I-I don’t know about this. You know, it can get pretty hairy in there.
Lindsay: Fine. Do what you want. If I know my daughter, that stand won’t be there in a week.