Written by Brad Copeland.
Narrator: Michael Bluth arrived home to find the rental car his sister Lindsay had promised to return.
Michael: Lindsay, you have to cut back on everything. Okay? I’m even selling the corporate jet.
Lindsay: Great, so now we don’t have a car or a jet? Why don’t we just take an ad out in I’m Poor magazine?
Michael: Look, I’m trying to get development started. All right? I’ve got six guys on bulldozers waiting to get under way.
Michael: I’m ripping them out.
Lindsay: Anything for a buck, right? You are so materialistic.
Michael: Don’t suddenly turn this into one of your causes.
Lindsay: It’s not sudden, Michael.
Lindsay: I’ve always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest?
Michael: I’ll never forget your wedding.
Lindsay: I care deeply for nature.
Michael: You’re wearing ostrich-skin boots.
Lindsay: Well, I don’t care about ostriches.
G.O.B.: You’re looking at a desperate man, Michael.
Michael: Do you need money?
G.O.B.: What I need is freedom. Marta is being interviewed today on TV about her show El amor prohibido. I mean, it’s bad enough that I gotta go to the awards show tomorrow night. Today I gotta stand next to her like I’m Rita Wilson.
Narrator: G.O.B.’s girlfriend Marta had been nominated for a “Daytime Desi,” the award given for excellence in Spanish daytime television.
Michael: G.O.B., you’ve found a woman who believes in you. You should make a commitment to her because life is short. Listen to me. I would give anything to be able to have that again, you know?
G.O.B.: You brought up money earlier I actually would like to borrow some.
G.O.B.: He’s in here, Mom.
Michael: Come on. What are you doing?
Michael: No way. That’s mine.
G.O.B.: Give it to me.
Lucille: G.O.B., wait, I need those tickets. He promised me tickets to his girlfriend’s award show.
Michael: You’re going to that thing?
Lucille: Well, my dear friend, Lucille Austero, is part-owner of a television station and I want to show up and hold my head high.
Lucille: I may not have her money anymore, but at least I have a live husband.
Michael: She’s lucky to have you as a friend.
Buster: Hey, brother. Mom said you could tie this for me.
Lucille: Make it long so Buster doesn’t seem so... round.
Michael: Come here, pal.