Well excuse me for liking the way they shape my junk.

</i> Tobias

Michael: You've got to be the laziest person in the world.
Lindsay: If you weren't all the way on the other side of the room, I'd slap your face.

(on abstinence) That first time after waiting and waiting, it's going to be so awesome! Because it's not just going to be my love and George Michael's, but God's love as well. God, it's going to be incredible!

Ann

Lindsay: Tobias moving out hasn't been easy.
Michael: For any of us.
Lindsay: You didn't even notice he'd gone, did you?
Michael: I did notice we'd stop Tivoing the Christopher Lowell show.

(After Indian candidate's video)
Gob: (hiding in crowd) Go home, you terrorist!
Michael: How stupid do you have to be to say something like that ...?
Gob: (revealed) You're not wanted here!

What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!

Buster

Gob: Well, guess who's been fired.
Lucille: Michael fired you?
Gob: No, I fired him. As a result, I'm no longer welcome in the office.

Michael: (on Steve Holt) So, he's more popular than George Michael then?
Maeby: That's like comparing apples and some fruit nobody's ever heard of.

Gob: I figured out a way to make money while I'm working.
Michael: But that is what we call working.

(Catching Buster and Lupe in bed)
Lucille: And yet you're too good to polish the candlesticks. You're fired!
Buster: You can't fire me. I'm your son. I'm firing you!
Lucille: I was firing Lupe.
Buster: Well, that makes more sense.

Lindsay: Can't you at least come over and Dustbuster or something?
Lupe: I no does Buster anymore!

Michael: Oh, no. What, Buster, for the first time ever, doesn't want to do this?
Lucille: No, no, he does. It's just he's been so mopey.
Michael: Well, that could have something to do with the fact that a seal ate his hand.
Lucille: I don't know what it is.
Michael: I think that's what it is.
Lucille: Who knows?
Narrator: It was that.

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.