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[winked]

Oh, for the love of—

If you're going to do this, do it right. You're worse than Gob, and as the person up top I know you know how little I care for him.

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[staircar]

—Mom?

Wouldn't have taken you as the type to take marching orders from anybody.

[winked]

And I wouldn't have taken you to be such a failure, and yet here we are.

[staircar]

I should've seen that one coming. You know what, I take back my previous sentiment. This might be fun.

[winked]

If this is your definition of fun, Michael, no wonder your— that girl, the mother —no wonder she died.

[staircar]

[ Flatly: ] You mean my wife? Who died of ov— I don't see why it should get through to you now; does this get you out of jail, at least?

[winked]

Oh, sure, that's what you care about. Leaving the Bluth name untarnished while you go about gallivanting, completely unconcerned for your own mother's well-being. You mark my words, Buster is the good son —if a little bit slow.

[staircar]

I was under the impression that being out of jail would be good for your well-being, but I guess I was wrong on that count.

And in my defense, I don't think you can even use the words Bluth and untarnished in the same sentence anymore.

[winked]

No thanks to you.

[staircar]

I—

—yeah, can't fight that one.

[aggressiveapathy]

Is that even a name.