Narrator: Now the story of a wealthy family who lost everything and the one son who had no choice but to keep them all together. It’s... Arrested Development.
Narrator: Michael was using the Bluth Company crane to retrieve the family-owned banana stand after it had been dumped in the bay, a holiday tradition among the local youth. Soon, he returned home so that he and his son...
Michael: George Michael?
Narrator: ...could share their holiday tradition of rebuilding it.
Michael: Another one of Dad’s suits?
G.O.B.: Hey, I’m the President now. Filling Dad’s shoes. Literally. Except his shoes don’t fit. But, I did finally get into Dad’s pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken out a little bit.
Michael: You know, G.O.B., maybe it’s the suits, but I-I think you may be beginning to alienate some of the employees down at work.
G.O.B.: (Laughing.) What? Oh! That’s great... The-The President has to worry about alienating the employees now.
Narrator: In fact, G.O.B. had started to alienate some of his colleagues.
G.O.B.: W-Worse that can happen is can I spill some on my $3,000 suit. Come on! Oh, yeah, yeah. The guy in the... the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn’t make that in three months. Come on! Oh. Why don’t I just take a whiz through this $5,000 suit?!
G.O.B.: Come on! They like me just fine. You’ll see that tonight when they toast me at the Christmas party. Just like they used to with Dad.
Michael: They used to roast Dad ’cause they thought that he had a sense of humor about himself, but he didn’t, and neither do you.
G.O.B.: Hey, nobody laughed louder than me at any joke about Dad. You’re the one who was all Mister I take myself too seriously all the time.
Narrator: Michael did tend to take the Christmas parties somewhat seriously.
Michael: Uh, oh, no, no, thank you. Merry Christmas. You can go ahead and put that right in the charity barrel. Thank you very much. Thanks a lot. (To George Michael.) Sorry, pal. We just can’t have them resent us.
Tom: I know some of the numbers haven’t all added up, and there is some speculation that George has been into the kitty.
G.O.B.: Into the kitty! He is awesome. Meow. Meow! Meow!
George, Sr.: Fire Tom, and get your jackass brother out of here.
Michael: This year, I’m not officially President, and it’ll be nice to actually have some fun with my son at a Christmas party.
Maeby: Thank God I don’t have to go.
Lindsay: Oh, I’m so glad to hear you say that. I want to meet someone there.
Maeby: What? So, I’m not invited to the Bluth Company Christmas party?
Lindsay: Oh, honey, of course you can go if you want to.
Maeby: Thanks, Mom.
Lindsay: No, you’re not going to that. You see, if I show up with you, it’ll just make me seem like I’m a mother.
Maeby: I’ve never thought of you that way.
Lindsay: That’s sweet.
Tobias: Well, I won’t be going. I will be head to toe in blue makeup until 8:01 in case the Blue Man Group needs their understudy, so...
Lindsay: No, no you have to go, so when men find out we’re in an open relationship, they’ll see you’re no threat. People hear the name Tobias, they think— big black guy.
Tobias: Well, obviously, I’m not a big guy. I’m not a Carl Weathers, par example.
Lindsay: I forgot about Carl. Is he still single?
Michael: Hey, George Michael, I need you to help me fix up the banana stand.
George Michael: I know. I can’t. I’m supposed to go to Ann’s parents’ Christmas party. We’re making yams.
Michael: Tonight? Tonight is the office party.
George Michael: Well, did you want me to go to that? You’re always telling me not to have fun at those things.
Michael: Yes. We might even snatch a gift from the charity barrel.
George Michael: Oh... kay. Well, um... Well, I think Ann’s parents are having their party on Bethlehem time, which is pretty early, so maybe I can make an appearance.
Michael: Make an appearance. Uh, uh, no, no. It’s-It’s okay, uh, you be with Yam. It’s fine. It’s good.
George Michael: It’s Ann.
Michael: It’s good. Have fun.