And one for my homies

Well then. Glad to see I can still make a large group of people I've never met irrationally angry.

Anyway.

The day I hoped would never arrive is finally here, as we bid farewell to "Arrested Development" tonight. As I (and seemingly the rest of the blogosphere) have written many times, it was simply the greatest television show of all time. I can't recall ever being as excited for a show to air as I was for "Arrested," back when Fox was running it on a weekly basis. Simply thinking about the show makes me outrageously happy. Fortunately it will live forever on DVD, and I can rewatch "Good Grief" and "Pier Pressure" to my heart's content, on a veritable endless loop of comedic genius.

We've all heard the rumors that ABC or Showtime may swoop in and rescue our beloved show, but until that magical news is officially announced, it is with a profound sadness that I hang my head and remember fondly the wonderful moments of pure hilarity this show has brought into my life.

I leave you with these:

Michael: I didn't want to say that before when you were talking to Egg.
George Michael: I'm actually still talking with Ann.
Michael: Oh, she's still going, huh? All right, great. Listen. I'll talk to you later. I'm very excited.

Lindsay: These are his teeth. He had such perfect teeth. It was that Glisten.
G.O.B.: He swore by that Glisten.
Lindsay: I can still hear him now. "Who left the cap off my bleeping Glisten?"

Buster: So, it's a hoax. But why are you doing a coffin trick on Dad's birthday?
G.O.B.: Black humor. Say, "Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older... and a year closer to death."
Buster: Oh, yeah, I guess that's kind of funny.

Buster: You mean, you can wear stripper clothes when you're not stripping?
G.O.B.: You tell me.

George, Sr.: Is Oscar wearing my suit? Hey, you tell my brother you don't wear dead man's pants. Shame on him. And you say that to him. You say, you say, "Shame on you."
George Michael: Okay.
George, Sr.: Say it to me like you're going to say it to him.
George Michael: I'm probably not going to say it to him.

George Michael: It's the girl who ripped my heart out. The girl whose face will always be etched in my mind.
George, Sr.: Her?
George Michael: She's really funny.
George, Sr.: Well, let's hope so.

Michael: It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

George Michael: I have Pop-Pop in the attic.
Michael: What? The mere fact that you call making love "Pop-Pop" tells me you're not ready.

Michael: No, Pop-Pop does not get a treat. I just brought you a fucking pizza!