Written by Brad Copeland.
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: George Michael was getting ready for school when he came across a box of love letters he’d written, but never sent, to his cousin Maeby. One letter, titled “If you weren’t my cousin,” was particularly incriminating.
Michael: Hey, pal, you want a ride to school?
George Michael: Um, no. Actually, I’m-I’m riding with the Veals. Ann’s parents.
Michael: Oh. Well, you don’t need to be all penned up with them. I’ll drive you both. Come on, we’ll take the stairs.
George Michael: Right. Here’s—Here’s the thing, though. It’s kind of cramped in there. Plus, a lot of kids are still talking about when you took down that Homecoming banner.
Michael: Now, listen, are you embarrassed to be seen in that car?
George Michael: It’s not a car, but... but, no.
Michael: I have got to get a new car.
Narrator: George Michael decided to hide the love letters in the attic, although Maeby had her own problems. After lying about her age, she had conned her way into a job as a movie studio executive.
Mort Meyers: Did you get the stack of scripts that I sent you? ’Cause you certainly look well-rested.
Maeby: Marry me.
Mort Meyers: Ha! I need your notes on those tomorrow. You want to have a drink?
Maeby: Yeah. Why don’t we ask your wife to come with us?
Mort Meyers: Okay, then, I’ll see you tomorrow.
Maeby: Okay.
Narrator: And downstairs, Buster paid a visit.
Buster: Hey, brother. I need a favor.
Michael: Of course you do.
Buster: I’m on furlough this week, and everybody’s out dancing with their girl, and I’m at home sitting with Mom.
Michael: Mom doesn’t want to go dancing?
Buster: I think the age difference is really starting to catch up to us.
Michael: Maybe it’s time you got out there and started meeting people. You know? Meeting women. Meeting women who didn’t give birth to you.
Buster: Well, maybe you could got out with me and help me meet women.
Michael: Yeah, that’s not really what I meant. I have a very busy schedule right now.
G.O.B.: That’s right, Michael. Guess who just got fired?
Narrator: G.O.B. was recently hired by the Bluth Company’s rival, Sitwell Enterprises. And although he started off well...
G.O.B.: 52% of the country is single. That’s a market that’s been dominated by apartment rentals. Let’s take some of that market. I call it “Single City.”
Narrator: ... his ideas failed to evolve.
G.O.B.: It’s, like, “Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool?” “Yeah, I don’t have a husband.” I call it “Swing City.”
Stan Sitwell: Let’s get into some new areas, if you don’t mind.
Narrator: But G.O.B. continued to fine-tune his first one.
