Lucille: I’d like to make an announcement. We need to finish the party we started three years ago, finally name Michael CEO of a thriving company.
Lucille: We’ll prove to the world that nothing can tear apart e Bluth family. In fact, I’ve already rented the same boat.
Buster: Oh, I’m not comforble near the ocean since the seal attack. The ocean is my second biggest fear.
Lucille: Good, don’t come. I need to be rubbing elbows, not working your fork.
Michael: We’ll find a new venue.
Lucille: Oh, and before I forget, no magic, G.O.B.
Michael: Where is G.O.B.?
George, Sr.: Oh, who knows? I don’t even know where he lives.
Buster: He doesn’t live at Michael’s?
Tobias: I’ve always pictured him in a lighthouse.
Michael: Doesn’t really matter.
Michael: Mom, I’m just really flattered that you’re willing to do this. And I was half worried that you’d all be eager to sell your shares and cash out.
Lindsay: W-We-we can do that?
Michael: Well, yeah, but Stan Sitwell’s always had a wild hair to buy this business.
Lucille: It’s the only hair he’s got. What? He’s an alpaca.
Michael: He has alopecia.
Michael: And, Lindsay, you know, if we did sell, it would only mean, like, what $2 million each?
Buster: $2 million, ...
Tobias: ..., $2 million, ...
George, Sr.: ..., $2 million...
Michael: It sounds like a lot more than it actually is. You know, you’ve already spent $1,200 on eggs. And that would be it forever. Keep in mind we are building something that is not only for our own kids; it’s also for George Michael and Maeby’s kids, too.
George Michael: What? What? We can’t have kids! What’s the matter...? What are you...? I mean it’s not even an option, really.
Michael: Well, eventually, you’ll want to.
George Michael: Sure, I may want to, you know, now. I-It doesn’t matter. Either way, I won’t do anything about it. Come on!
Lucille: Michael’s right, and I for one will not go back to wondering whether there’s going to be enough food on the table.
Michael: Might want to start worrying about the table.
Lindsay: It’s fine for you to say “Don’t sell,” but I’m going to be 40 in three years, you know?
Michael: You know, being twins, our birthdays are pretty close to one another.
Lindsay: Yeah, but a 40-year-old woman has as much a chance of getting married as does of getting attacked by a shark.
Buster: (Shrieks.) Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were going to say “seal.”
Lindsay: Or a seal.
Buster: Oh, God!
Michael: Lindsay, you have nothing to worry about. You’re a beautiful woman. Any man would be lucky to have you.
Narrator: Michael had given this speech many times to Lindsay.
Young Lindsay: I’m a giant, fat pig.
Young Michael 3: I don’t know why you say stuff like that. Girls just grow faster than boys.
Michael: Oh, let’s not forget: you’re already married.
George, Sr.: Hey, Mikey.
George, Sr.: I think I’m going to cash out myself and, uh, maybe go down to my little place in Cabo.
Michael: What little place in Cabo, Dad? What, did you build yourself a little hideout in case you needed to escape?
#1 sadamn_lover wrote on February 12, 2006:
Beautiful writing that makes the show end up from whence it came.. with a parent in jail and a family coming into terms with reality. High five... high five.
#2 Beatriceblake wrote on December 19, 2006:
I love this episode. I have no idea what the phrase "Newhart" means being English and relatively young so for me it is the best televisual finale I ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot.