Lindsay Bluth Fünke Quotes
Lindsay: I see. Fine. I was going to take her out for ice cream, but if you'd rather stay here. Well, that's just fine with me.
Maeby: Well, we can go get some ice cream, Gangee. That would be fun, right?
Lucille: I don't think so. That chubby little wrist of yours is testing the tensile strength of this bracelet as it is.
Gob: You're a good brother, Michael.
Lindsay: You're a horrible brother, Michael.
Michael: Since when are you against leather?
Maeby: Yeah, you're not even a vegetarian.
Lindsay: Well, I'm not against the insides. I mean, people need meat to survive.
Michael: You are aware they don't remove it surgically, right?
Michael: Call me what you want ...
Lindsay: An impotent man-boy.
Michael: I'm a saint, you know. I'm a living saint, and I get absolutely nothing out of it.
Lindsay: Well, you get a false feeling of superiority.
Michael: That is nice, but this time it's not enough.
Lindsay: You are too nice.
Michael: Oh, come on, what was I supposed to do, tell her that Gob is not staying here? Tell her that Gob is screwing around on her, God knows where he is? Actually, that-that sounded okay.
Lindsay: This just isn't you.
Michael: It's me now. It's the me that can recline.
(Michael leans back and falls off his chair)
Lindsay: Did that hurt?
Michael: No.
So, anyway, look. If you're wondering why I haven't visited, maybe it's because I wanted to be thought of as more than just a beautiful face. And a gorgeous head of hair.
Lindsay: I mean, it's always been "Michael's got the brains, Gob's got the charm, Buster's got the ..."
George Sr.: High-fastening pants.
Lindsay: You said that?
George Sr.: No, I'm saying that now.
George Sr.: I'm paying thousands of dollars in Krugerrands.
Lindsay: What?
George Sr.: Gold Krugerrands. Your mother snuck them in here, stuffed them in energy bar wrappers to keep me from getting strangled in the shower or worse.
Lindsay: Stabbed?
George Sr.: In a way.
It's all I've ever wanted from you, Daddy - for you to spend money on me.
Lindsay: It would just give Dad one more reason to think that I've got nothing to offer but my looks.
Gob: Yeah, I got some of that. Except he also didn't like my looks.
