I :heart: G.O.B.
Gob: [in the present] Franklin said some things Whitey wasn't ready to hear.
Michael: G.O.B, weren't you also mercilessly beaten outside of a club in Torrance for that act?
Gob: He also said some things that African-American-y wasn't ready to hear either.
Gob: My gut is telling me no... but my gut is also very hungry.
Gob: Yeah, I think that they're gonna know that Annyong's not...
Annyong: Annyong!
Gob: [screaming] ... would somebody *please* tell this insufferable child to... GOD!
Gob: Where am I? Am I in two-thirds of a hospital room?
Gob: Three guys hanging out together... what could be more butch than that?
Michael: So this is the Aztec Tomb trick.
Gob: Illusion, Michael. A trick is something a whore does for money...
[sees children watching his magic]
Gob: ... or candy!
Gob: Zero hour, Michael. It's the end of the line. I'm the firstborn. I'm sick of playing second fiddle. I'm always third in line for everything. I'm tired of finishing fourth. Being the fifth wheel. There are six things I'm mad about, and I'm taking over.
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