Arrested Development

This probably appeals to like three people, two if you don't include me

These are my awards, mother. From Army.

Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup... baby, I got a stew goin'.

Tobias stands shirtless in a changing room, awkwardly showing off a pair of cut-off jean shorts with bright red briefs pulled high over them. He looks toward a disinterested saleswoman holding a blazer, her expression blank as she avoids eye contact. In the background, another man peeks into a fitting room mirror. Tobias’s stance is proud despite his ridiculous outfit.

Do these effectively hide my thunder?

Maybe even some live-ins in this thing

A Pan Am Boeing 747, named *Clipper Belle of the Sky*, is parked on the tarmac at Washington Dulles Airport. A unique mobile lounge, marked with the airport’s name, is docked to the aircraft for boarding or deplaning. The mobile lounge is elevated, with stairs and support structures beneath it. Ground crew and vehicles, including a white van and service carts, are active around the plane, suggesting a busy operational moment.

Now THAT'S a staircar.

Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It’s no place for children.

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In a sterile, fluorescent-lit exam room, Tobias stands facing a doctor. Tobias wears nothing but extremely tight cut-off denim shorts, holding a crumpled shirt in one hand. The doctor, dressed in a white lab coat and holding a clipboard, politely tells Tobias he needs to be “completely undressed.” In the next frame, Tobias responds with wide-eyed sincerity, insisting, “I am completely undressed,” still wearing only the tiny shorts. His obliviousness is matched by the doctor’s awkward silence.

It’s pretty good!

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Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight.

John Beard in a retro 1979 news segment, wearing a large brown wig, thick sideburns, a light plaid blazer, and a wide brown-and-blue tie. A cartoon image of a steaming cup of coffee appears in the top left corner. The year “1979” is displayed in bold yellow text at the bottom.

Would you like some FOAM in your coffee? It’s called a cup-o-keno, and wait til you see what it costs!

I'm afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, if you will, so I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.

China creates first cyborg bee with world’s lightest brain controller Chinese-made device can command the movements of bees, making them ideal to help search for survivors in earthquake ruins, scientists say.

They don’t allow you to have cyborg bees in here www.scmp.com/news/china/s...

Gob stands at a payphone, smirking mischievously as he speaks into the receiver. He wears a light-colored jacket and looks pleased with himself, clearly enjoying whatever scheme he’s referencing. His expression is confident, with a raised eyebrow and a glint of self-satisfaction. People blur in the background, placing him in a public setting.

Hello

George Michael sits on a chair in a small, brightly lit room, smiling nervously up at someone offscreen. He wears a buttoned-up, short-sleeved shirt with a muted print. Behind him, there’s a window with cartoon-printed curtains and a wall-mounted basketball hoop. Michael stands in front of him, seen from the waist down, wearing a blue shirt with rolled-up sleeves and khakis. The mood is awkward, with George Michael’s response highlighting his lonely nature.

Lucille sits smugly in a powder-blue blazer, her expression a mix of mild disdain and faux innocence. Her hair is perfectly coiffed, and she wears pearl earrings and a gold chain. Behind her, a man in a suit with a lavender floral tie stands slightly out of focus. The caption reads, “They don’t allow you to have bees in here,” underscoring her character’s obliviously snobbish tone.

You know, say what you will about America... thirteen bucks still gets you a hell of a lot of mice.

Tobias stands proudly in the hallway wearing a bulky, ridiculous rock-covered bodysuit resembling The Thing from *Fantastic Four*. His mustache and bald head are visible above the costume, and he holds a plastic bag in one hand. He declares with misplaced confidence, "Daddy needs to get his rocks off," completely unaware of the double entendre.

Tobias stands on a platform amidst a small crowd, passionately raising his arm and shouting, “There are dozens of us—dozens!” He wears a brown blazer and glasses, with an intense expression of defiance. Notably, the image has been edited to show him holding an ornate, fantasy-style weapon—possibly referencing a video game or meme crossover. The crowd around him looks mildly confused or disinterested, emphasizing the comedic futility of his outburst.

Or at least the first half

Buster marches in a military drill formation, gripping a rifle with exaggerated enthusiasm. His mouth is wide open in a giddy, almost manic smile, and his eyes are wide behind wire-rimmed glasses. He wears a camo cap and brown T-shirt like the others, but his over-the-top expression starkly contrasts with the serious, focused demeanor of the soldiers around him.

The image shows four U.S. Army soldiers in full combat gear standing beside a tan military vehicle in a desert setting. They are engaged in conversation or planning, with one soldier pointing at a map or document laid across the vehicle’s hood. Their body language appears focused and cooperative. Behind them, more armored vehicles are visible, emphasizing a rugged operational environment. Below the image, bold text reads: “Happy birthday, Army! Celebrating 250 years of service.”

When I logged into Bank this morning

Gob, dressed sharply in a dark suit and tie, stands beside a box-laden dolly in an office hallway decorated for the holidays. He offers to help a casually dressed man in a plaid flannel shirt. The man sarcastically declines, clearly annoyed, and soon after accidentally spills something on Gob’s suit. Gob explodes in frustration, arms outstretched, furiously emphasizing the cost of his “$6,300 suit” as the man looks sheepishly back.

A close-up of a brunch menu showcases the extravagant “Skip’s Scramble,” a chaotic mountain of food featuring eggs, bacon strips, olives, broccoli, chunks of meat, multicolored candy pieces, and various unidentifiable toppings piled high on a plate. The dish is marketed as a catch-all combo—“something from every dish in the menu”—with the promise it will “knock you into next week.” Prices range from $47.95 à la carte to $57.95 for egg whites only. The presentation and pricing are absurdly over-the-top, fitting the show’s satirical tone.

Do not order the Skip’s Scramble