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As his father continues to face legal trouble, Michael Bluth runs the family business, tackling a host of legal and financial issues while trying to cope with his eccentric relatives.
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Dr. Fishman: Excuse me, Mrs Fünke. Lucille: Oh, this guy again. Michael: How is he, doctor? Dr. Fishman: It looks like he's dead. Lucille: Oh, my God! Gob: Oh, little guy. The tears aren't comin'! The tears just aren't comin'! Michael: Uh, just to be clear: looks like he's dead, or he is dead? Dr. Fishman: It just looks like he's dead. He's got, like, blue paint on him or something. But he's going to be fine. Gob: What is wrong with you?
Michael: [to Gob] Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready.
Tobias:I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot your wife is dead!
Lucille: What are you doing home? Buster: Army had half a day.
George Michael: I have Pop-Pop in the attic. Michael: What? The mere fact that you call making love "pop pop" tells me you're not ready.
Lucille: Get me a vodka rocks. Michael: Mom, it’s breakfast. Lucille: And a piece of toast.
Lindsay: Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Lucille: Really? Did "nothing" cancel?
Lucille: She’d love to get at me any way she could. That’s why she’s been flirting with Gob. She’s trying to prove that she’s closer to my children than I am, but the joke’s on her, because she doesn’t know how little I care for Gob.
Tobias: I'm afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run if you will, so I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. Michael: There's so many poorly chosen words in that sentence.
Dr. Fishman: Excuse me, are you the Bluths? Lucille: Not Doctor Wordsmith. How's my son? Dr. Fishman: He's going to be all right. Oscar: Oh, thank God. Lindsay: Finally, some good news from this guy. George Michael: There's no other way to take that. Dr. Fishman: That's a great attitude. I gotta tell you, if I was given this news, I don't know if I would take it this well. Lucille: But... you said he was alright. Dr. Fishman: Yes. He's lost his left hand, so he's going to be all right. Lucille: You son of a bitch. I hate this doctor!
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