Buster: Um, is it okay if I do it for Mom and not you?
Michael: Yeah.
Buster: Because I really like Mom.
Michael: We know.

It's an idiot on a scooter at night. It's got to be Gob.

Lucille

George Michael: I, uh ... need you to make some fake IDs for me and Maeby.
Gob: Like a passport?
George Michael: Yeah, yeah, that would be great. Oh, and, uh, preferably French. I like the way they think.

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.

Lucille: Buster, what's going on? What happened to your head?
Buster: Nothing. Gob was just teaching me how to hit it with a hammer.

Lucille: You're my third least favorite child.
Michael: I can live with that.

Maeby: We don't have to go, do we?
Michael: Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration ... It's no place for children.

Mom, you've already got two strikes on your record. You strike one more person and it's technically a spree.

Michael

She went from giddy to devastated. I mean, it would have been funnier if it wasn't so ... no, it was kind of funny.

Michael

Buster: I've already got a Lucille in my life.
Lucille 2: I understand ... That's healthy.

It's all I've ever wanted from you, Daddy - for you to spend money on me.

Lindsay

Michael: Actually my head does not hurt at all. What did you give me?
Doctor: Your mother asked me to pump you full of ...
Lucille: Children's aspirin.

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Arrested Development Season 1 Quotes

Okay, we are just about ass-to-ankles back here, Maeby. Do you want to hop on your cousin's lap there, please?

Tobias

Michael: (to George Michael) I'm gonna give you a promotion. Welcome aboard, Mr. Manager.
George Michael: Wow! I'm Mr. Manager!
Michael: Well, manager. We just say manager. And you can hire an employee if you need one.
George Michael: Do you think I need one?
Michael: Don't look at me, Mr. Manager.
George Michael: Right. It's up to me now. I'm Mr. Manager.
Michael: Manager. We just say, uh --
George Michael: I know, but you just said --
Michael: Doesn't matter who.

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