Detective Munch: So dig up whatever you can and remember, photocopies are not admissible as memories.
Tobias: Uh, sir, I’m going to have to go or our old family storage unit in Reseda.
Detective Munch: No problem. We can arrange for a helicopter to take you there right now.
Tobias: Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I’ve ever taken.
Narrator: Meanwhile Lindsay and Lucille were at a spa in the desert avoiding both rehab and their depositions.
Lucille: Four saunas, three steam baths, Olympic-sized pool and you’re telling me there’s alcohol? What the hell are we supposed to do for two days?
Lindsay: I could take the top off this grape juice and maybe by morning...
Lucille: Oh, for God’s sake, Lindsay, grow up. You’re 40 years old.
Lindsay: Well, maybe this will be nice. We can talk... and connect a little.
Lucille: I must have a Xanax.
Lindsay: I’ll go score some weed from the staff.
Narrator: And Michael and Buster checked out of the hospital.
Buster: I can’t believe they wouldn’t even give me a wheelchair ride.
Michael: We’re going to be sitting on a plane for 18 hours to Iraq.
Buster: Yeah, I should definitely get one for the airport.
Adelaide: You’re going to Iraq?
Buster: Yes, I’m going to save my brother.
Adelaide: Oh, so you are brave after all. Fighting for your brother. Oh, Buster, you’re such a bleep.
Michael: That means she likes you.
Adelaide: It’s more than like. I’d give anything to have you stay here.
Buster: Well, then I will stay here. I was scared to go anyway.
Adelaide: I knew you were no good.
Buster: Than I shall go— to forget you.
Adelaide: Oh, Buster, don’t go.
Buster: I don’t want to go.
Adelaide: (Slaps Buster.)
Michael: I’m going to save everybody a lot of trouble and say that we are going. He is going. Come on, here we go.
Buster: When I miss your lips, I’ll put a fig in my mouth and think of you. They have figs over there, right?
Adelaide: I’ll wait for you.
Adelaide: What’s this?
EMT: Cabdriver said he went into a coma as soon as they pulled up to the hospital.
Adelaide: Oh, what a brave man.
Narrator: And soon the Bluth boys found themselves in a strange land.
Buster: (Shouting in Arabic.)
Iraqi Cab Driver: (Shouting in Arabic.)
Michael: What did he say? Where are we?
Buster: He said he’s taking surface streets to LAX because the freeway’s backed up all the way to Knott’s Berry Farm.
Narrator: George Michael meanwhile got a hold of Maeby’s address book to invite all of her friends to her Sweet 16. He did however, decide against some guests he found threatening.
George Michael: I don’t think Steve Holt has to come to this.