Narrator: Now the story of a wealthy family who lost everything and the one son who had no choice but to keep them all together. It’s... Arrested Development.

Narrator: Michael Bluth had called a meeting with the family’s long-time attorney to discuss his father’s incarceration.

Barry: I am so sorry. It was a client. Okay...

Narrator: But he was finding it difficult to get any answers.

Barry: How long was I on the phone?

Michael: 25 minutes.

Barry: Well, you know, with the cell phone charges, I could have rounded it out to about an hour, ’cause it’s easier to bill. All right. Anything else to go over?

Michael: We’ve got everything else to go over. We haven’t done anything to get my dad out of jail.

Barry: Okay, first of all... What are you doing? Pilates? Because no 40-year-old woman should look like that.

Michael: Well, no 40-year-old woman does look like that.

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Lindsay chuckles.

Narrator: He was, however, getting along with his sister, which was unwelcome news to their mother who feared this unity might be used against her.

Barry: I do have some big news. It’s going to cost you a little money— $20,000, something like that. The courts have agreed to let your father... out of prison.

Lucille: This is a lawyer.

Buster: He’s a master.

Barry: For the entire afternoon.

Michael: What-what do you mean, “afternoon”? What afternoon?

Barry: The day before Christmas. In time for the Living Classics Pageant, because I know how important that is to all of you.

Narrator: The Living Classics Pageant, an Orange County tradition, consists of live representations of classic works of art. The Bluth family has participated, not only as a patron but as an integral part of its most popular exhibit: Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam.

Buster: I don’t really want to be Adam this year.

Tobias: I would be happy to play Adam. Uh, I’d prefer a speaking part...

Lindsay: Please don’t speak for the rest of the meeting.

Tobias: Zing!

Buster: No, no, seriously, I don’t want to play Adam.

Lucille: Buster, every year we go through this song and dance, and every year you say, “Thank you, Mama, for making me play Adam.” You’re doing it.

Narrator: This concerned Buster, as he’d been secretly dating his mother’s best friend and chief social rival, Lucille Austero.

Lucille 2: No! Buster, for God’s sake, there’s music to hear, places to go, envy to stir! Look, I’m tired of keeping our love a secret. We are going out, and that is that! Oh, Buster. Okay, I’m okay. I’m okay!

Barry: Okay, I’m going to get out of your hair. We’ll talk about this money later in the week.

Michael: Excuse me, but we’re not going to pay $20,000 to get my dad out for one day.

Barry: No, no, it’s a bond. It’s all refundable. Unlike my time.

Michael: It’s been a complete waste of two hours, okay? We’re just not going to do it, and that’s that. What do you doing? Are you writing two hours?

Barry: No, I’m taking notes. I’m taking notes on the case.

Michael: Let me see that. Let me just see that.

Barry: You’re scaring me. You know what? Just leave it alone!

Michael: Let me just see what you wrote.

Barry: Leave it alone! It is a gift from a client!

Door slams.

Lucille: Barry’s very good.

Lindsay: He’s an idiot.

Michael: Exactly.