Michael Bluth : We're not here to talk nonsense to Bob Loblaw.
Michael : That's why I had this meeting here, so Dad could not interfere.
Larry : Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw.
Michael : I'm sorry, have we met?
Bob Loblaw : This is Larry Middleman, he's your father's surrogate.
Michael : Surrogate?
Larry : That's right, you dumb fuck!
George Sr. : I hired this guy to wear a camera in his hat so he could be my eyes and ears while I'm stuck in this penthouse.
Larry : This camera helps me keep tabs on you idiots... while this thing rubs my ankle raw.
George Sr. : I mean, look at this thing...
Larry : I can't even go in the hallway...
George Sr. : Without hearing that...
Larry : Beep. Beep. Beep.