George Michael Bluth Quotes (Page 3)
Michael: So what'd'ya say? We've got a basket of father son fun here.
George Michael: What's Kama sutra oil'?
Michael: Maybe that's not for us.
George Michael: Hey, I thought I heard something earlier. Like a wolf drowning.
Michael: I ... I think that was the house settling. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? I mean ... have you settled on an artist's work to burn yet?
George Michael: She's going to be so excited. Maybe now I'll get a kiss.
Michael: (kisses him) Okay.
George Michael: ....I ... I meant from Anne.
Michael: I know, I just wanted to get in there first.
George Michael: (silence) .... okay.
Michael: What do you think of when you hear the word Sudden Valley?
George Michael: Salad dressing, I think. But for some reason, I don’t want to eat it.
Michael: Right. But Paradise Gardens...
George Michael: Yeah. Okay, I can... I can see marinating a chicken in that.
George Michael: Oh, it was... it was good. They’re kind of... religious, Ann’s parents, so it was... yeah, it was just kind of...
Narrator: The word George Michael was searching for was “creepy.”
George Michael: Yeah? Wow.... He’s really gone! But you know, I think that if he was here right now, I would probably tell him that it all worked out. And that, um, I’ll be bringing you some salmon rolls right away. In heaven.
George, Sr.: [hiding upstairs, listening] How many times I got to tell this kid chicken wings?
George, Sr.: Is Oscar wearing my suit? Hey, you tell my brother you don’t wear dead man’s pants. Shame on him. And you say that to him. You say, you say, “Shame on you.”
George Michael: Okay.
George, Sr.: Say it to me like you’re going to say it to him.
George Michael: I’m probably not going to say it to him.
George Michael: It's the girl who ripped my heart out. The girl whose face will always be etched in my mind.
George Sr.: Her?
George Michael: [pause] She's really funny.
George Sr.: Well, let's hope so.
George Michael: I have Pop-Pop in the attic.
Michael: What? The mere fact that you call making love “Pop-Pop” tells me you’re not ready.
Gob: Fleeing the country, you bastard?
Michael: No, I’m still not fleeing, okay? I’m just here to pick up my son’s girlfriend. She ran off the last time we were leaving.
Ann: Actually, I was sitting right there the whole time.
George Michael: Way to plant, Ann.
Michael: George Michael, why don’t you and Plant just wait in the staircar?