Rita: Maybe you’re not smart, either. I didn’t know until they told me.
Michael: No, I’m just a narcissist who was too self-involved to see the truth.
Rita: That makes no sense to me.
Michael: Yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m being too hard on myself.
Michael: You know, the truth is, is that I did just see what I wanted to see, Rita. You’re so beautiful, and you’re so sweet. And you deserve to find somebody a lot more like you. I don’t think that either of us would be happy.
Rita: So, it’s bye-bye to Rita, then?
Michael: Unless you really want to stay in America.
Rita: I wanted to be with you.
Trevor: Oy, Rita! Time to go now. Back to England, love.
Rita: Oh, Michael, will you come visit me lots?
Michael: That’s gonna be difficult, Rita. You’re gonna be across an ocean.
Rita: Well, you can always walk.
Michael: Not on the water.
Rita: Oh, Michael, you’re such a grown-up.
Michael: Hey, hey! Hang on a sec. That’s part of your trick, right?
G.O.B.: No. That’s not my trick, Michael.
Narrator: On the next Arrested Development...
G.O.B.: It’s my illusion.
Narrator: ... Michael relives a wedding nightmare.
Buster: Oh, put him out, put him out!
Tobias: My hair, my beautiful hair!
Michael: Push him in the pool.
Tobias: Why am I not going under water? Dear God, why am I not going under water?