Written by Abraham Higginbotham.
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: Against his better judgment, Michael had recently set out to have an uncomplicated one-night stand with this woman.
Narrator: And, at his brother’s suggestion, he gave a false identity.
Narrator: And what started as a night of passion with no strings attached got complicated the next morning when Michael found out she was blind.
Narrator: He decided to keep seeing her so as not to appear superficial.
Narrator: Unfortunately, the woman also turned out to be his father’s prosecutor.
Narrator: And so Michael went to Maggie’s to reveal his identity. But, before he could...
Maggie: It’s an overview of the government’s case against the Bluth family. What do you think? Do we have a case?
Narrator: Meanwhile, Michael’s son George Michael discovered that his cousin Maeby had been living a double life.
Sign, “Surely Fünke rolling 4 treasurer. I would run 4 it, but I can’t!”
George Michael: Maeby, what are you doing? I still don’t get why you’re pretending to be two people, and why is one of you sick?
Maeby: Hey, you don’t get giant checks if you’re healthy.
Teacher: Please welcome Surely Fünke!
Maeby: Plus, who’s going to get mad at the dying girl?
George Michael: Surely’s dying?
Maeby: I figure I’ll kill her off just before graduation just so everyone gets really sad before prom.
George Michael: Maeby, someone’s going to get hurt. Not to mention it’s kind of disrespectful for kids who actually have this.
Maeby: Not a lot of kids have B.S. these days.
George Michael: What does that stand for?
Maeby: I don’t know. It’s B.S.
Narrator: Michael wrestled with the dilemma of whether he should look at the evidence file of the case against his father.
G.O.B.: Michael.
Michael: Hey, G.O.B. What the hell are you wearing?
G.O.B.: What? Oh, no, this is... The wife likes me in bright sweaters.
Narrator: G.O.B., in a series of escalating dares, recently got married to a woman be had only known for an evening.
Michael: Your wife? She’s still your wife?
G.O.B.: Well, I went to break up with her last night, but my timing was not great. So I think we should talk.
Wife of G.O.B.: My parents are getting a divorce. (Sobbing.) Why aren’t you wearing that sweater I bought you? What? You don’t like it?
G.O.B.: No, of course I like it, Just because I like it doesn’t mean I have to wear it. I don’t wear everything I like every day.
Wife of G.O.B.: Why don’t we just get a divorce?! Everybody else is.
G.O.B.: No! We’re not getting divorced!
