Oscar: The question is, which way do I try to get it in her?
Michael: I don't need any details.
Oscar: Maybe, I'll put it in her brownie.
Michael: Hey!

(about wearing his father's clothes) But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit.

Gob

And please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of inter-office *BLEEP*ing, or *BLEEP*ing, or finger-*BLEEP*ing, or *BLEEP*ing or *BLEEP*ing, or even *BLEEP*, even though so many people in this office are begging for it. And if anybody does anything with my sister Lindsay, I'll take off my pants, I'll shave my *BLEEP*, and I'll personally *BLEEP*.

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Lucille: Michael, I was almost attacked last night in my own home! I walk in and there's a colored man in my kitchen!
Michael: Colored? What color was he, exactly?
Lucille: Blue.

Lindsay: What happened to you?
Tobias: (with a bandage wrap on his head) What? Oh, oh! My ears. The doctor said I can't go to sleep for five hours, or I might die or something. (to George Michael) Oh! I got blown! So, I can't sleep!

(underneath Lucille's car) Hey, it's Tobias...who wants to take me to the hospital?

Tobias

Gob: God, how they used to laugh with me.
Michael: At you.

Al: Need a hand with that?
Gob: No, Al, I want to spill booze all over my freaking $6,300 suit. Come on on!!

(about Lucille) Sounds tense. That means she's not getting any from my brother Oscar.

George Sr.

Michael: Why'd you have to come back here in the first place?
George Sr.: Oh, no reason. Your mother happens to be just shtupping my brother, that's all.

Oscar: God willing, he'll fail boot camp.
Michael: Well, why wouldn't he? He already failed day camp.

(about Lucille) Oscar, please. You can't go. You got to stay, ok? This is the nicest she's been since she found out that Rosa could breast-feed Buster.

Michael

Arrested Development Season 2 Quotes

Michael: Well, I better get over there before he brings the whole company down.
Lindsay: It's only been three hours. How much damage could he really do?
Narrator: In three hours, Gob had done $45,000 in damage.

Michael: How is he, doctor?
Doctor: It, uh, it looks like he's dead.
Lucille: Oh, my God!
Gob: Oh, little guy ... the tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming.