Lucille Bluth : And guess what else is back?
Michael Bluth : My breakfast?
Lucille Bluth : My friskiness. Mama horny, Michael.
Michael Bluth : No, it's my breakfast. I'm amazed Dad hasn't strangled himself with his belt yet.
Lucille Bluth : Oh, we're into all kinds of freaky stuff.
Michael Bluth : Why do I eat breakfast before I come here?
Michael : [while Lindsay, George Sr., and Lucille are all doing chicken dances] Has anyone in this family ever even seen a chicken?
Michael Bluth : I knew you wouldn't have the guts to go through with the divorce.
Lindsay Funke : You're one to talk. You haven't had a serious relationship since your wife. And you guys weren't even speaking toward the end.
Michael Bluth : Lot of that was the coma.
Lindsay Funke : Yeah, I've heard your side of it.
George Sr. : You didn't hear, we lost Andy.
Michael : What? What are you talking about? He didn't like his trailer?
Lindsay Funke : He thought we were making fun of him.
Narrator : [the camera pans over to reveal the log cabin truck] No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough.