Making A Stand
Written by Mitchell Hurwitz and Chuck Tatham.
Buster: (Laughs.)
Michael: Got a new hand?
Buster: Oh, yeah, I’m trying it out. Guess who I ran into at the prosthetics shop while I was waiting for Mother?
J. Walter Weatherman: Sorry, no refunds. And that’s why you don’t take your foot out of its wrapper.
Note: that’s why Buster leaves his hand in its wrapper.
Buster: J. Walter Weatherman. You’re the man who used to scare us as children, and one time as an adult.
Narrator: George Sr. had always used him to teach his children lasting lessons. They usually involved his prosthetic arm being ripped off.
J. Walter Weatherman: And that’s why you always leave a note.
J. Walter Weatherman: You one of George Bluth’s kids? Hey... I guess you’ll be scaring children yourself now.
Buster: As a matter of fact, I won’t.
Buster: If anything, it strengthened my resolve to be more than just a one-armed man. Even if it means me never taking a job again.
Michael: Almost makes it worth it.
CC: A pulse makes him worth it.
Michael: Hello?
George, Sr.: Listen, I heard that you gave G.O.B. a banana stand? They did great: he and Steve took in over $700.
Michael: They did?
George, Sr.: Yeah. So, I guess the Bluth Company’s got a new heir.
Narrator: And that’s when Michael realized it was time to get serious.
Michael: George Michael? You know where the banana suit is?
Narrator: That night, Maeby, displaced by Buster, heard a noise.
Maeby: Hello? George Michael?
Lucille: I’m thirsty.
Narrator: And Maeby knew she had found her blood-sucking creature. The next day, Michael took off work man the banana stand while his son manned a banana.
Michael: How you doing there, Champ?
George Michael: Is my name “Champ”? It’s so hot...
Michael: Okay, why don’t you take five.
George Michael: That’s not including the five minutes it takes to get out of this, right?
Michael: You’re not getting out of it.
G.O.B.: Attention, everyone! Why go to a banana stand when we can make your banana stand? I give you Barbara and Dee! Don’t worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas.
George Michael: Dad, are they strippers?
Michael: If I know your uncle, they’re at least strippers.
Michael: Well, I guess we have to up the ante.
George Michael: You know, Dad, then they’re just going to up it, and it’ll go back and forth all day.
Michael: If that’s what it takes, that’s what we’re going to do.
Narrator: And they did. But it was less entertaining than you might imagine— no matter what music was put under it.
Music: / Big yellow joint / / A big yellow joint / / I’ll meet you down at the big yellow... /
Music: / All you need to smile / / Smile, smile, smile... /
Narrator: It was kind of funny to “Yellow Submarine,” but who could afford it?
Camera shutter clicking.
