Buster Bluth Quotes (Page 4)
Gob: I'll handle this one, Michael. [to Lindsay] It'll take a lot more than a heart attack to kill that old bear. [sobbing] Old bear! He likes the honey! He never got a chance to see my bee business take off.
Michael: Hey, Gob, dad's gonna be around another ten years. Your business, well, might not.
Gob: You're a good brother, Michael. Heart attack never stopped ... old big bear!
Buster: I didn't even know we were calling him big bear!
Gob: [still sobbing] We never had the chance to!
Oscar: Okay, but I never meant to break up your family. Your mom called me for a reason. I... I don't think she's happy.
Buster: No, she's happy. She's just mean all the time.
Michael: Not everything is strippers and booze and buckets of blood. Why do you guys have buckets of blood?
Gob: It's not real blood. It's, um, corn syrup and red dye. Juice.
Buster: We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook!
Buster: Where'd Annyong get that juice box?
Annyong: Annyong!
Lucille: Those are for his soccer team. No sugar for you. You just get more awful.
Maggie: Did you ever see him return from these trips with anything unusual?
Buster: He once came back once with a black statue with an erect penis. It stayed in our living room until my aunt objected.
Buster: I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits.
Lucille: Suddenly, playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?
Michael: He's not a chicken. He just doesn't like confined spaces, that's all.
Gob: I thought it was open spaces.
Buster: No, it's both.
Michael: I don't think us sleeping together is working out. You're a grown man. You should be living with your mother.
Buster: Yeah. I miss mom.
Michael: I can tell.
Buster: Wait, wait. What about ... what about me?
Marta: I'm sorry, I'm not totally sure who you are.
Buster: Wow. Wow. That's what it feels like to get punched in the face.
Michael: Mom wanted me to tell you that she doesn't care whether you live or die, but if you're not dead, she would like to see you at the courthouse tomorrow in a blue sweater.
Buster: Damn it! I hate the blue sweater.
Michael: She said it would look nice with the gray pants.
Buster: Damn it! She's right.
