Written by Brad Copeland.
G.O.B.: Wow. So, Michael, listen, I’m here to convince you to hire me back.
G.O.B.: (Chuckles.) I’m an ideas man, Michael. I think I’ve proved that with Bleep Mountain.
G.O.B.: Listen, I want this, Michael. I’m gonna prove to you that I’m worthy of rehiring, if it takes every ounce of determination that I’ve got.
Michael: Where are you going?
G.O.B.: Did you want me to stay and do that?
Barry: Good news, and even better news. Your company’s stock is unfrozen, and my lawsuit against the L.A. Kings is moving forward.
Michael: How did that happen?
Barry: Ah, maybe I stood above Plexiglas and a puck hit me. It could happen.
Michael: No, the stock. Now, that means we can sell, right? We can do whatever we want with it?
Barry: Well, I’ll tell you one thing you don’t want to do is buy stock in the L.A. Kings.
Michael: What about a car? I could sell enough to buy a car?
Barry: I thought you had four. Oh, you mean a real one. Sure you can get one as long as everyone doesn’t sell the company stock at once. You don’t want someone else to get control of the company.
Michael: Right. Got to keep the company intact, right? I mean, yeah, the people shouldn’t risk selling their, uh... Maybe you can draft up a letter to the investors. “Yes, the stock is unfrozen. We urge you not to sell.”
Barry: Uh, yeah... Wh-What you just said was perfect. Why do you want me to write it?
Michael: Just send it out on your stationery. And do it quickly because I have a car to buy.
Narrator: Meanwhile, Maeby snuck upstairs to secretly read her scripts.
Narrator: And George, Sr. was only too happy to have something to read.
George, Sr.: Armageddon 2: Armageddon. That’s a bad title.
Narrator: Meanwhile, Michael went to get a good deal on a modest company car.
Kell: Or something like this? We have, like, 400 of these.
Michael: I-I... I don’t need anything too popular.
Kell: Oh, they’re not too popular. We have 400 of them.
Michael: Sold. Although, um, I’m wondering if maybe it should just be a little bit nicer. I got a kid is what I’m thinking, and-and safety’s kind of a factor. But nothing too flashy.
Kell: This is it, isn’t it? I can tell. You’re excited.
Michael: I am.
Kell: I’ll draw up the papers.
Michael: Unless you think it’s too drab.
Kell: ...And it gets very good mileage.
Michael: Yeah, well, it, uh, looks light. You know, I-I’m not so concerned about mileage. I spent the last ten years on a bike. With the exception of the stair car.
Kell: Oh, you’re the stair car guy? You took down our banner.
Michael: Yeah, sorry. I got a hop-on. I got distracted.
Michael: I hate this. Like these sunglasses. They come with any car?
Kell: Just this one. They throw these extras at you because it’s so impractical. No back seat. It attracts so many tickets. The insurance alone costs as much as the last three cars we saw.
Michael: And the windbreaker? Windbreaker comes with it, too?
Kell: I guess. I don’t know. I’ve never sold one of these before, so...
Michael: I’ll take it.
Narrator: Michael had just indulged himself with an expensive sports car...
Accountant: And here again, please.