Maeby Bluth Fünke Quotes
Tobias: Ok, kids. Mommy and daddy are going out for ice cream.
Maeby: Can we come?
Lindsay: Sorry, it's not for kids.
George Michael: Save yourself. I'll take the hit. My record's clean. Well, I got my bike seat stolen once, but I don't think it counts on your record if you're the victim. I mean, there is a record, but it's not like --
Maeby: Yeah, thanks. I'll take the rap next time we do something like this, okay?
Gob: All right, take this lock-pick, break into the permit office for me.
George Michael: I think I'd better check with my dad first.
Maeby: You're going to break into a permit office? Sweet. Can I come?
Narrator: And George Michael saw a chance to get closer to Maeby.
George Michael: You know, my dad hates to micromanage. Let's just do this.
George Michael: What are you doing? We're supposed to put the form in the wrong file.
Maeby: I know. I'm just leaving my calling card.
George Michael: I thought we didn't want anyone to know we were here.
Maeby: Well, it's a little late for that. Our fingerprints are everywhere.
George Michael: But you said they weren't gonna check for fingerprints.
Maeby: No, I said don't wear your mittens. I didn't want you to look stupid on the security cameras.
George Michael: There's a security camera?
George Michael: You know, I can see why your mom likes it. It is a really nice tree ...
Maeby: We've got to get it torn down.
George Michael: ... That must die. Stupid tree.
Tobias: Michael, if I could stick my pretty, little nose in here for one second. When I was a psychiatrist, and this is before I became an actor...
Lindsay: You're still not an actor.
Tobias: Lovely... I saw a lot of this type of behavior, and what I think you're experiencing is your son's very normal need to distance himself from his overbearing father. Am I touching something? Watch this. Maeby, where are you off to in this glorious
(Tobias is inadvertently touching the cornballer)
Tobias: Hot! Hot hot!
Michael: Be careful. Are you okay?
Tobias: (whimpers and grimaces for a few seconds) Hot hot...Now, take my daughter for example. She lives her life, and I get the pleasure of guessing what that mind entailed on. Watch this. Maeby, where are you off to in this glorious Sunday afternoon? (whispers to Michael) She won't tell you.
Maeby: I'm going to audition for a play.
Tobias: Well, that time it didn't work...What?! What play?
Maeby: It's for high school. You can't audition.
Tobias: I was totally wrong! She's reaching out to her actor daddy. DOES ANYONE HAVE AN ICE PACK?!
Steve Holt: Steve Holt!
Maeby: Steve Holt!
George Michael: Stand-in for ... Steve Holt?
Steve Holt: Steve Holt!
Maeby: I'm surprised you tried out for this.
George Michael: Yeah, I just love the theater.
Maeby: That's great. I'm just doing it to kiss Steve Holt.
George Michael: I actually think I'm going to quit. Yeah, theater's dead.
Maeby: But ... he's always going to be at football practice, so I'm going to have to kiss the stand-in.
George Michael: But no ... no. I love the theater, and I gave my word, so I'm back in.
George Michael: So, I quit the play. I don't really like plays. Also, I think your dad thinks I'm gay.
Maeby: Oh, he thinks everyone's gay.
Maeby: We throw away a banana for every buck we take so no one finds out.
T-Bone: Wait a minute. I think you should do that math again.
George Michael: Why? Is it wrong?
Maeby: It's fine. He's an arsonist, not an embezzler.
Maeby: (seeing her mom and grandmother at the restuarant) What are they doing here?
George Michael: They're adults; they're allowed to have fun whenever they want. We're kids; we have work!
(on the phone) Then why don't you marry an ice cream sandwich!
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