Episode Transcript
Written by Richard Rosenstock and Chuck Martin.
Revision: 1.15
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 was infatuated with his brother’s girlfriend, Marta, a Spanish-language soap opera star.
Barry: Look, there is nothing to it. It’s an arraignment. They announce the charges...
Barry: However, it would help if you all showed up, looking like a loving, supportive family.
Lucille: For how long?
Barry: Ten minutes, tops.
Lucille: See if you can get it down to five.
George, Sr.: You know, maybe I should confess to these crimes, save everybody the trouble.
Lucille: Oh, get off the mount. You’re coming home guilty or somehow found not guilty.
Michael: Hello?
G.O.B.: What the hell is going on?! I’m waiting to hear about Marta and this Hermano guy.
Michael: Yeah, I checked it out. I do not think that she’s cheating.
G.O.B.: I’m going over to Marta’s.
Michael: No, no, no. Don’t-don’t do that, okay? Just, uh, lay low. Be cool. I’ll talk to her again. That way, you don’t look so desperate, you know?
G.O.B.: You’re a good guy, mon frère. That means “brother” in French. I don’t know why I know that. I took four years of Spanish!
Narrator: So, Michael went to speak with Marta about the misunderstanding from the night before.
Michael: I owe you an apology.
Marta: No, I owe you an apology. I’m so ashamed that I was so disrespectful to your brother.
Michael: Oh, who cares? Nobody respects him. You see, Marta, I have been interested in you since the first day that we met.
Marta: Really?
Michael: Yeah, yeah.
Marta: It doesn’t matter. We live by our code, you and I, to honor family.
Michael: Yes, that’s one of the things that attracted me to you—your sense of right and wrong.
Michael: We do have to do the right thing.
Marta: And being together is the wrong thing.
Michael: Very. Very. Wrong.
G.O.B.: (Singing tunelessly.) / And it’s there / / When you call out my name / / Two / One, two / three, four / five, six / seven, eight / nine, ten, 12... /
Michael: Is that G.O.B.?
G.O.B.: (Singing.) / Love is in the air. /
Michael: I’m going to turn this off.
Marta: Please.
Salsa song plays.
