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Lindsay: What happened to you?
Tobias: What? Oh, oh, oh, my ears. The doctor said I can't go to sleep for five hours, or I might die or something.
[Shouting] OH! I GOT BLOWN, SO I CAN'T SLEEP!
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George Sr: There's a good chance I may have committed some light treason.
Tobias: Oh, stop booing. There's nothing wrong with it. There are dozens of us. Dozens!
Gob: Speech, speech, speech!
All: Speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech...
Narrator: The family continued to chant "speech, speech, speech" for no one in particular.
All: ...speech, speech, speech!
Michael: Gee, after all that, I was kind of hoping somebody would make a speech.
Buster: Speech, speech, speech!
Michael: All right, I'll say something.
Gob: Typical.
George Sr: Why?! If someone had left a note, this innocent man would still have his arm! Why?!
J. Walter Weatherman: And that's why you always leave a note.
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[Startling confession tonight at 11!]
Lucille: Did he say that? Did he say that he misses me? Does he need his wife's embrace?
George Sr: Daddy horny, Michael.
Michael: He said some wonderful things.
[Lindsay tries to cry.]
Michael: Seriously, you're going to pull a muscle.
Lindsay: I used to be able to do this.
Lucille: She'll sell the company, or break it up into little parts or something, all under the guise of "caring" about our family.
Michael: You've got to stop quoting when you drink.
Narrator: And Buster went to his job as a dishwasher.
Buster: This is great! We're like slave buddies! [giggles]
Lindsay: Michael, it was shoplifting, and I'm white. I think I'm going to be okay.
Gob: You know what? The trick is on you, Tony Wonder. I'm the magician. He's the assistant. We don't need him. The real Sword of Destiny trick hasn't even been performed yet. Ta-da!
Michael: Call me what you want...
Lindsay: An impotent man-boy.
Lucille: George!
George Sr: Lucille. Hi. This is not what it looks like.
Lucille: It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence.
George Sr: Yep. Yeah, that's it.
Lucille: Is this why you wanted to fight this thing, so you could run off with this great redwood of a whore?
Narrator: Gob and Tobias, meanwhile, were brainstorming at a local coffee shop.
Gob: I need a cup of coffee to focus.
Tobias: It's so crowded in here. I can't think. Okay, what is it that people need?
Michael: Did I just wake you up? I didn't even know you were home.
Lindsay: No, Michael, I don't just sleep all day.
Narrator: Actually, Lindsay was so upset at Michael that she tried meditating to calm herself but ended up taking a two-hour angry nap.