G.O.B.: Bees?!

Lindsay: Beads.

G.O.B.: Beads?!

Michael: G.O.B.’s not on board.

Lindsay: Beads are very big right now—anklets, necklaces, you name it.

G.O.B.: Bracelets…

Lindsay: But I’ll need some startup money.

G.O.B.: I’m in. But we’re gonna need a lot. Beads aren’t cheap. Are beads cheap?

Michael: G.O.B., shouldn’t you be in bed?

G.O.B.: Well, I’ve got a meeting with Dad’s attorney today. He’s going to want me to take a lie detector test to use as evidence in Dad’s trial, but I don’t want to. What if they ask about a magic trick? I can’t risk it.

Michael: They’re not going to ask you anything. They want me to take the polygraph test.

G.O.B.: But I’m the oldest. The matriarch if you will.

Michael: Oh, sure, I will.

Michael: Look, I have to do this to help out Dad, but you don’t know anything about our business.

Lindsay: And, G.O.B., I’m not looking for a partner. And, believe me, if I was, it would not be you.

G.O.B.: Oh. Good. Well, I’ll start my own business. How hard can it be? [Buzzes.] Bzz! We’ll see who brings in more honey. [Buzzes.]

Michael: He’s thinking about bees again.

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