G.O.B.: Zero hour, Michael. It’s the end of the line. I’m the firstborn. I’m sick of playing second fiddle. I’m always third in line for everything. I’m tired of finishing fourth. Being the fifth wheel. There are six things I’m mad about, and I’m taking over.

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Michael: You want to be in charge?

G.O.B.: Yeah.

Michael: You want to deal with what I deal with? A sister who takes your money and throws it away. A mother who you can’t trust. A company whose founder may be on trial for treason. Is that what you want?

G.O.B.: What kind of vacation time does it offer?

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Michael: Yeah.

Narrator: G.O.B. realized that the power play he promised to make with Kitty had perhaps come at a bad time.

G.O.B.: (On phone.) I’ve made a huge mistake.

Narrator: And Tobias was having his first book reading.

Tobias: And for the ease of the reader, I have changed all the gender-related pronouns— “he,” “she,”— to the masculine “he.” “The Man Inside Me. For Lindsay, my rock. I could not have done this without him.”

Narrator: And Lindsay arrived to support her husband.

James Alan Spangler: This book is going to sell like a billion copies.

Tobias: Lindsay. Oh, I’m so glad you came. I was hoping for more women. Perhaps I shouldn’t have just used “he.”

Narrator: And Lindsay realized that Tobias was just as oblivious as she’d always thought.

Lindsay: Tobias, I don’t think this relationship is going to work.

Tobias: What are you talking about? We’ve had some great times.

Lindsay: We’ve got nothing left, Tobias.

Narrator: And Michael went to confront his father.

Michael: You’re building houses in Iraq? Do you know how they punish treason?

George, Sr.: First time.

Michael: I’ve never heard of a second.

George, Sr.: Oh, I’ve got the worst (bleep) attorneys.

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George, Sr.: This is why I didn’t want to get you involved, but we can fix this. But what are Kitty’s demands? What does she want?

Michael: She wants my job. Now, suddenly, everybody wants my job. I should have given it to her.

George, Sr.: You mean you didn’t?

George, Sr.: Michael, she has the evidence of what we did over there.

Michael: All she thinks it is is unpaid taxes.

George, Sr.: Yeah, but what if she gives it to somebody who’s even moderately intelligent?

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Narrator: In fact, Kitty had gone to someone moderately intelligent in her continuing quest for control of the Bluth Company.

Buster: I can’t believe you called me for a date.

Kitty: You didn’t tell anyone, did you?

Buster: Are you kidding? I don’t need to brag, but some people haven’t even been on a date.

Annyong: Date’s not over yet, fatty.

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George, Sr.: You weren’t thinking clearly. I mean, none of us are. We need bread.

Michael: If this information was so damaging, why didn’t you just shred it?

George, Sr.: Well, Saddam owed us money.

Michael: And you didn’t realize that he wouldn’t pay?

George, Sr.: You mom had a good feeling about him.

Michael: So Mom knew this entire time and she just lied to my face for months and months? Tell me something, Dad. This is, this is your problem, okay? Not mine.

George, Sr.: Well, maybe it wouldn’t be my a problem if you did what I asked you to for once in your damn life and you gave Kitty what I asked you to.

Michael: Once in my damn life? All I’ve ever done my entire life is do exactly what you told me to do, all right? I’ve done everything for this family, Pop. Not anymore. Kitty can have my job. And you can take your own polygraph test, ’cause I’m done. I’m done with you and I’m done with the business.

George, Sr.: That’s great. I’m going to get a lethal injection because my son won’t eat a potato.