Narrator: And so, Lindsay and Maeby separately went to the same restaurant to celebrate the jobs they hadn’t actually performed, with money they hadn’t actually earned.

Lindsay: Okay, this is what I told Tobias you’d do. Say what you will about him, at least he’s happy for me.

Tobias sobbing in tub wearing cutoffs.

George Michael: You know, I think we might be doubling our losses here. Because, I mean, for every dollar you take, you’re actually taking two dollars because we paid for the bananas.

Maeby: (Laughs.) Oh, my God, you’re right.

George Michael: I am? Oh, God! I’ve screwed this up!

George Michael: Oh, great. Now they’re going to tell my dad and he’s going to come check the totals and know we took the money. Oh, God, this is bad.

Maeby: Look...

George Michael: What are we going to do?

Maeby: Pop-Pop. He’s a business man. What would he do?

Waiter #1: Bananas Foster.

T-Bone: Welcome to Bluth Bananas, where bananas are our business. May I interest you in a banana this day?

Michael: T-Bone, what are you doing here?

T-Bone: Oh, your dad gave me this job.

Narrator: Michael realized that his father had even taken control of the banana stand. But he still had some unanswered questions, so he did a little detective work.

Michael: What do you want me to say, okay? You go and you complained to Mom, and I tried to include you.

G.O.B.: Include me?

Michael: Yeah.

G.O.B.: You know, it’s just like when we were kids and you were the only one he let work in the banana stand.

Michael: Well, I got news for you, G.O.B. Dad still doesn’t trust me to this day. Treats me like a low-level employee.

G.O.B.: It’s better than being treated like a goofball. The joker... the magician.

Michael: I thought you were going to do like a trick there, like a fireball or something.

G.O.B.: I was, it didn’t go off. These things never when you want ’em to.

Cell phone rings.

G.O.B.: My least consistent trick.

Michael: Hold on one sec. Hello?