Written by Brad Copeland.
Michael: I don’t believe this. Did you guys not read the letter?
Narrator: None of them had read past the word “unfrozen.”
Michael: Well, I hope you’re all proud. Your careless selfish spending sprees may have cost us the Bluth Company.
George Michael: Hey, Dad, is that your new car in the driveway? I can’t believe you got a Corvette.
Michael: It’s a company car.
Narrator: Michael had bought a car, and it helped put the company in jeopardy.
Barry: I’m sorry about the patch. I’m testifying against the Kings this afternoon. You can’t see it. I just winked.
Barry: So, basically, you’re about 2,000 shares short of being the majority stockholders. Now, unfortunately, it’s a private stock, so you cannot just buy up the shares unless someone is willing to sell.
Michael: Are you sure?
Barry: That’s what they said on “Ask Jeeves.”
Michael: All right, who’s the majority shareholder now?
Barry: A company called “Standpoor.”
Michael: As in the opposite of “Sitwell,” which is run by a certain hairless man who could be very upset with you right now.
G.O.B.: What would he have to be upset with me about?
Michael: Are you wearing his eyebrows?
G.O.B.: They make me feel dressier.
Lucille: Is it true, Michael? Did we lose the company?
Michael: Kind of. There’s something called Standpoor. Yeah, it’s Sitwell.
Lucille: It’s Lucille Austero.
Michael: Lucille 2?
Lucille: “Standpoor” because she can’t stand up without falling over. I don’t know why she’d have any trouble. A piano could stand on those legs.
Lucille: She’s trying to get even with me for the remodeling.
Oscar: I think we’re going to need a new floating thermometer. And could I have your, uh, your Blue Cross number?
Michael: What was...? Let’s think about this, Mom. Maybe there’s a way that we can reason with her.
Lucille: Give her Buster.
Lucille: We need our company back.
Michael: Mom, that’s horrible.
Lucille: I don’t suppose you spent money on something you can return.
Michael: Let’s give her Buster.
Michael: Starla, do you know where my brother is?
Buster: Yes, he’s on cloud nine. That was me, Michael.
Michael: What’s going on?
Michael: Where’s Starla?
Buster: She’s saying good-bye to someone named Q. If she can get past his security system, she’s going to tell him it’s over.
Buster: She’s amazing. We completely connected. And it’s all because of you. You made this happen. I feel alive!
Narrator: Indeed, Starla and Buster did hit it off well, Buster being a sweeter, more supportive man than she was used to, and Starla being a woman that wasn’t 70.
Michael: I’m just wondering if you didn’t upgrade a little too fast. You want something sensible, you end up getting pushed into something flashy.
Buster: (Whispering.) What does that mean?
Michael: Don’t you think you belong in a Lucille?
Narrator: Maeby, meanwhile, gave reading her script another shot, only to discover her work was done. Her scripts had been noted. So, she went to find the person she thought was responsible.