The fifth season of Arrested Development, which debuted earlier this week, is everything Season 4 was not. The Bluth family saga is back to the snappier rhythm of its early years; the dialogue is a grab bag of catchphrases and callbacks: “Marry me!,” “analrapist,” “Steve Holt!,” George Michael’s passion for Star Wars, and Tobias’s never-nude cutoffs all appear in the first eight episodes of an eventual 16. Arrested Development has always been heavily self-referential, but the addition of a substantial time gap makes those references feel more like the knowing winks in every other resurrected touchstone. Season 4 was truer to Arrested Development’s groundbreaking reputation, but Season 5 is the instantly gratifying comfort food I didn’t know I wanted. It doesn’t add anything new to the show’s mythos, but it successfully conjures the old. The show’s young, binge-watching target demographic may consider itself above the cheap ploy of carbon-copying a childhood favorite, but it turns out we’re just as capable of being pandered to as everyone else.