Lindsay: Okay. Well, uh, this was fun. Maybe later we can all spend a little more time together, go shopping, get a drink.
Maeby: I’m in school, and I’m 15.
Lindsay: Oh, well, I’m much, much, much older than 15.
Steve Holt: You don’t look it.
Lindsay: Oh, Steve. He thinks I’m young. You made my day again! (Laughing hoarsely.)
Steve Holt: Wow, your Mom’s pretty, uh, out there.
Maeby: She’s not my mom.
Steve Holt: But she said you were her daughter.
Maeby: His daughter. That’s my dad.
Steve Holt: That’s a dude?
Maeby: And the worst part is he thinks he’s passing.
Steve Holt: Whoa.
Narrator: Right outside the school, Buster tried to put his own plan into action by stirring up old memories.
Buster: So, what do you say? I need your help to get over the wall. Push me.
G.O.B.: I’m the pathetic one, Buster, not you. I totally freaked out in front of that prosecutor today. Like a little girl. In a little dress. Little saddle shoes. Little pigtails.
Buster: Wow, that does sound like a little girl.
Buster: Come on. Get my ire up! Push me! (Self-conscious giggle.) Oh. Oh, this is turning out to be much more fun than I’d hoped.
Narrator: It was fun, but it wasn’t making him a better soldier.
Buster: (Giggling.) Whoo. I’ll do it. (Giggling.) Whoo!
Narrator: And Michael reported to his father about his meeting with the prosecutor.
George, Sr.: Prosecutor offer you a deal?
Michael: That was not said, but, uh, more importantly, you should know that it seems like Oscar’s on his way out.
George, Sr.: Really?
Michael: Yeah, so just sit tight, and everything should be fine.
George, Sr.: Wow. Hey, by the way, I broke this thing. What the hell is it, anyway?
Michael: That’s a breast pump, Dad.
George, Sr.: Oh, well, I did not use it for that.
Narrator: And so, Michael went to meet the prosecutor.
Wayne Jarvis: I felt obligated to share some photographs with you. I obtained these from the Bluth Company email server.
Michael: You tapped into our email? That’s legal?
Barry: I’m going for a hot Ding Dong. Hot Ding Dong? Yeah?
Wayne Jarvis: Michael, this is a close-up satellite photograph of the Iraqi countryside. See this little series of hills around that stream? Those are bunkers. We believe that those bunkers contain weapons of mass destruction. We also think that your father was building on that land to hide them, which is why that photograph was on his email.
Michael: Are you serious?
Wayne Jarvis: Almost always. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had.
Michael: This is a big accusation.
Wayne Jarvis: Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing.
Michael: About my father.
Wayne Jarvis: He’s guilty, Michael, of medium to heavy treason.
Wayne Jarvis: That proves it, and you can’t protect him. Turn him in, and immunity is yours.