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00:21:40
Michael Cera, Jason Bateman, Portia de Rossi
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They were gold Krugerrands. And Dad finally paid attention to my intellect.
Under the pretense of driving his mother somewhere else...
Hey. Is that Gob?
I enjoy bicentennial as much as the next guy, Mom, but we're not doing that.
Fellas, take a powder.
And then accidentally bid on her at a charity bachelorette auction.
You strike one more person, and it's technically a spree.
Rest up, sweetie. You gave me quite a scare.
- Let's give him a scare. - Hmm?
It was worth it to be away from Mom's controlling grasp.
George Michael was finally moving beyond his crush on Maeby...
- Stop this nonsense this instant! - You set him up, Mom.
Lindsay put on her new outfit and returned to prison.
and felt happy to have a cousin he couldjust see a movie with.
It's an idiot on a scooter at night? It's gotta be Gob.
I'm worried about my son. George Michael will be fine with his aunt and uncle.
It's just short-term memory loss from the bump on the back of your head.
It's an idiot on a scooter at night? It's gotta be Gob.
They'll be devastate.
- I haven't even been remotely harass. - That is not what I'm paying for.
Honest to God, Buster, it's like every little thing makes you seize up in terror lately.
Your mother snuck 'em in here stuffed in energy bar wrappers...
She didn't. I dummied her up a new one.
Yeah. I can't believe she got that driver's license renew.
It's Arrested Development.
Which means that she picked you up and drag you over to the driver's seat.
Michael, once again, arrive at the restaurant.
"Scoot"? Scooter. Was there a scooter involve?
Lucille 2 was also suppose to go, but was waiting until she saw Buster emerge.
- Yeah, how did you know? - She called and invite us.
You know, my panic attacks have decrease.
Can we please just lay off Mom for a change?
Gob rush to shore to spare his brother...
I'm fine. I'm fine. I was throw clear.
You strike one more person, and it's technically a spree.
The next day, Buster decide it was time to deal with...
since he accidentally flirted with her while not wearing his glasses.
- I haven't even been remotely harassed. - That is not what I'm paying for.
You strike one more person, and it's technically a spree.
You barely even leave Mom's apartment.
Gob, meanwhile, was being visited by Michael's son, George Michael.
But you keep coming back here, honey, and I'm going broke.
Under the pretense of driving his mother somewhere else...
You okay, sir?
And definitely not you, so, would you please just take the yacht?
I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion.
Yes. That is exactly what happened. You wanted to give Gob a scare.
Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes.
George Michael was finally moving beyond his crush on Maeby...
Lucille had recently been featured on Fox's World's Worst Drivers.
That's pretty common, actually.
Well, it was kind of funny.
Mom, you and I were getting along so well. I was thinking so highly of you.
Not my best work though. She wanted to look 48.
He had become infatuated with his brother's girlfriend...
- So you're telling me that he can't go anywhere and he's incommunicado? - Right.
- Mom yelled "Surprise"? - Yeah. She went from giddy to devastated.
Michael Bluth was fed up with his mother's extravagant spending.
I gotta tell ya. I was over at her place today, and she looked a little frail.
from an archeological dig, but had yet to find a way to get it out of the car.
To throw the most lavish party this town has ever seen for my birthday.
- Oh, Buster. I feel so foolish. - No.
You know, Mom, I'm sorry you're upset. But, you know...
Okay. But I think a party's a little excessive.
And a gorgeous head of hair.
I, uh, need you to make some fake I.D.'s for me and Maeby.
Lindsay was surprised once again that no heads were turned.
He's weak.
It's better than sitting here with Buster's stupid rock behind me.
Um, is it okay if I do it for Mom and not you?
It is obvious I'm not wearing a bra, right?
I feel confident. I'm feeling proud even.