![]() Tobias: Well, Michael, you really are quite the Cupid, aren’t you? I tell you, you can zing your arrow into my buttocks any time. Can you imagine how jealous that would make her? “Where’s Tobias?” “Oh, he’s just sharing a romantic horseback ride with Michael Bluth, and they’re dipping each other in.” Oh, you didn’t get any body chocolate? Michael: Why don’t you take this? I don’t have anyone to go with, anyway. Narrator: Tobias wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for Lindsay, so he went to check it out first. Michael: There are just so many poorly chosen words in that sentence. Tobias: Well, yes, but I’m afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, if you will, so now I’m afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. But you got one of these, too, didn’t you? You, you bought Lindsay at the same auction. Michael: Well, I’m not so sure that she’s actually right for me anyway. Tobias: Oh, that is quite a basket you’ve got there, Michael. Michael: You all right? I’ll help you up. Michael: So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. Stan Sitwell: I look like Edgar Winter here. Stylist: Oh, no one’s going to think that. Stan Sitwell: You kidding? This makes me look like my daughter. Narrator: In fact, Sally wasn’t there, and the person Michael saw was her father. If you’d like me to take the package, I can give it to her. Sitwell Secretary: I’m afraid she’s not here, Michael. one day earlier to set up the date with Sally. Sitwell Secretary: Michael Bluth to see Sally. Narrator: Actually, Michael had gone over to Sitwell Enterprises. Michael: Sally? No, no, I wanted it for us. ![]() George Michael: You’re not gonna take Sally? Anyway, I thought maybe we could do it together, you know, sort of like a Valentine’s present. Michael: Do you remember when I bid on Sally Sitwell at the bachelorette auction? They sent me this basket with all this stuff for our date- you know, the whole package. Does that mean she’s going to have to come live with us? Your grandmother had a little accident here. Michael: I think that makes the joke on G.O.B. She’s trying to prove that she’s closer to my children than I am, but the joke’s on her, because she doesn’t know how little I care for G.O.B. That’s why she’s been flirting with G.O.B. Lucille: She’d love to get at me any way she could. Michael: I certainly hope she’s not planning a move. Michael: You’ve got to stop quoting when you drink. Lucille: She’ll sell the company, or break it up into little parts or something, all under the guise of “caring” about our family. Narrator: But she was growing tired of his neediness. Narrator: In fact, Lucille 2 was already with G.O.B. Lucille: I’ll tell you what she wants to grab- your brother G.O.B. She’s the majority shareholder of the company. Michael: Secondly, she’s already grabbed power. ![]() She doesn’t live next door when you’re here. Lucille: I’m talking about the fact that my “friend,” Lucille Austero, bought our company, and I think she’s going for a power grab- that bitch! Michael: What tipped you? The falling profits, or that we’re a regular feature on Bill O’Reilly’s “Most Ridiculous Item of the Day”? Lucille: I think the company is in trouble. Narrator: Michael Bluth arrived home to find his mother, Lucille, in a state of agitation. "Ready, Aim, Marry Me" was written by Mitchell Hurwitz & Jim Vallely Act Lindsay had never been more proud of anything she had said in her entire life.The following is the transcript of the Season Two episode " Ready, Aim, Marry Me". And, someday, you're going to find the right woman to fill that role. I must say I'm a little hurt that you haven't considered me. Lindsay believed that George Michael wanted to fix up his father so he could fill the role of his mother. sounds like you'd like her to be more than just your teacher. I guess there's just some things you can't always say to your dad.Īh. Well, I don't know why I'm telling you this.
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