- Tobias Fünke: I booked a wonderful spot for the party - the Queen Mary. Perhaps I should call the hot cops and tell them to come up with a more nautical theme. Hot sailors. Better yet... Hot sea...
- Michael: [quickly interrupting] I like hot sailors.
- Tobias Fünke: Me too.
- Narrator: George Michael didn't just get to first base with Maeby, he dove in head first. Like Pete Rose.
- Narrator: Soon, George Michael went to Ann's to try to win her back. But her Uncle Paul told him that Ann had moved in with her boyfriend. He also mentioned that we all only had three more weeks on earth, and that fossils were just something the Jews buried in 1924.
- Michael: Yeah, well, where is George Michael, by the way?
- Gob Bluth: He came by the yacht, gave me this shiner.
- Michael: He hit you? What for?
- Gob Bluth: You know teenagers. Probably lashing out at you because of who I'm dating.
- Michael: Who are you dating?
- Gob Bluth: Ann.
- Michael: Her?
- Gob Bluth: Don't worry. I didn't fight back or anything. I was like, "Oh, no, take the yacht. Please don't hurt me." You know, just build up the little guy's self-esteem.
- Lindsay Bluth Fünke: It's fine for you to say "Don't sell," but I'm going to be 40 in three years, you know?
- Michael: You know, being twins, our birthdays are pretty close to one another.
- Lindsay Bluth Fünke: Yeah, but a 40-year-old woman has as much a chance of getting married as does of getting attacked by a shark.
- Buster: [Shrieks] Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were going to say "seal."
- Lindsay Bluth Fünke: Or a seal.
- Buster: Oh, God!