Written by Richard Rosenstock and John Levenstein.
Narrator: And yet, the warden had refused to acknowledge the legitimacy of the escape.
G.O.B.: I’m going after this guy with everything I’ve got. Art. Now, we are writing a letter.
Kitty: Whew, you’re all business. Just like your dad.
G.O.B.: My God, she’s repulsive.
Narrator: Michael realized that Kitty’s obvious attraction to G.O.B. could perhaps be of use to him.
Michael: G.O.B.... how would you like a touch lamp?
Narrator: Meanwhile, Lindsay and Tobias prepared for their first session with a therapist.
Lindsay: Yes, Tobias, I want the marriage to work. I just don’t know if therapy is the answer.
Tobias: Oh, right. Because you didn’t respect my old career and you certainly don’t respect my new one.
Lindsay: You don’t have a new one.
Narrator: Things have been tense since Tobias left his psychiatry practice to pursue an acting career.
Lindsay: I have needs, you know.
Tobias: And how am I not addressing your needs?
Lindsay: How can you even ask that? What is this?
Tobias: Oh, go right to that. Good, go right there. Real mature. Really great.
moments later...
Maeby: Well, now we have to follow them.
George Michael: Yeah. What? Okay... so why are we doing this?
Maeby: Cause it’s obvious they’re lying.
Maeby: Come on, drive!
George Michael: Well, what if they see us?
Maeby: How are they going to see us?
George Michael: Well, it says “Bluth Company” right on the side, plus it’s a stairway. That’s gonna catch the eye.
Narrator: The airport stairway vehicle was the last vestige of the Bluths’ former wealth.
Narrator: Also, that House Of Pies went out of business.
Maeby: You are scared. I knew it.
George Michael: No, I’m not scared. It’s just that... I have plans later. I’m visiting Pop-Pop.
Maeby: You visit Pop-Pop?
Narrator: In fact, he’d been terrified of the very notion of prison since, as a young boy, he accidentally watched HBO’s Oz, mistaking it for the classic Judy Garland musical.
Man on Television: I’m an innocent man!
George Michael: Lots of times.
Maeby: What’s it like?
George Michael: Hey, you know what you should do? You should go get your Mom’s datebook. Yeah, she must have written down where they’re going.
Maeby: Oh, hey, I still want to hear about prison, okay?
