Arrested Development Season 3 DVD out today

I watched both discs last night after work. It made me incredibly happy, until I realized it was done. Now I taste the sad.

The happy tastes a lot like the sad too.

 

Hot Ham Water

 

I can't spare the moisture

 

Family Love Michael

 

Bob Loblaw: Actually, I was going to stay in my office tonight and work on my law blog.

Tobias: Of course— the “Bob Loblaw Law Blog.” Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!
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Lindsay: How do you think I feel? Bob Loblaw’s a handsome, professional man and I’m only used to... well, none of those things.

Tobias: Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over— an analyst and a therapist. The world’s first analrapist.

 

Lindsay: Michael, do you remember when you thought there was a mysterious “Mr. F” out to get you?

Music: / Mr. F... /

Michael: Yeah, but that was retar... misguided.

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G.O.B.: Oh, I missed you, Michael!

Michael: All right.

G.O.B.: Or should I say robot.

Michael: What, ’cause’m not crying?

G.O.B.: Maybe you don’t have enough RAM to understand this, Michael, but there’s such a thing as brotherly love.

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George, Sr.: Fine. Put the ether on the puppet’s lips, have the puppet kiss her.

G.O.B.: (As Franklin.) I ain’t kissing that old b****.

George, Sr.: (Strangling Franklin.) That’s my wife, you b*stard!

G.O.B.: Dad, that’s my wrist! (As Franklin.) Hey, man, that’s his neck!


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Lucille: What’s a Forget-Me-Now?

G.O.B.: They’re pills that create a sort of temporary forgettingness. So if somebody finds out how you do a trick, you just give ’em one of these, and they forget the whole thing. It’s a mainstay of the magician’s toolkit, like how clowns always have a rag soaked in ether.

Tobias: G.O.B., this is Flunitrazepam. It’s a roofie.

Lucille: Those are illegal.

G.O.B.: Shut up, Mom. Don’t make me give you another one of these.


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George Michael: OCD? No, I’m just cleaning up after Aunt Lindsay. She never turns things off.

Michael: Well... Guess that explains why I saw the hedge trimmer zipping around the drive way. I did it again, didn’t I? I’m so self-centered. From now on, I want you to just tell me what’s on your mind, okay? And I promise I won’t just hear what I want to hear.

George Michael: I love my cousin.

Michael: Love you, too, pal.


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Tobias: Well, yes, but I’m afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, if you will, so now I’m afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.

Michael: There are just so many poorly chosen words in that sentence.

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George Michael: I’m sorry. We really should get another tape.

Michael: Mm.

George Michael: I mean, they’re not expensive.


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Buster: Sister’s my new mother, Mother.

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Michael: So, can’t a guy call his mom pretty without it seeming strange?

Buster: Amen! And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute!

Michael: I’ve opened a door here that I regret.

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Maeby: I’m worried you’re taking this too seriously.

George Michael: Just the opposite.

Ring tone plays “The Wedding March”

Maeby: What the hell was that?

George Michael: I bought you a wedding ring... tone. Opposite of serious.

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Maeby: Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the ‘T’ on it?

Michael: That’s a cross.

Maeby: Across from where?

 

Lucille: How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap?

Michael: The cabin! Yes, th... well, that would be difficult, too

I'm going to miss the show.

 

I ****'d the business model.

 

George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

 

Michael (to GOB): Get rid of the Seaward
Lucille (from behind): I'll leave when I'm good and ready