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Gob: …nacho cheese.
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Gob: Hey Dad, what do you call cheese that isn’t yours?
George Sr: You’re my biggest regret.
Gob: …nacho cheese.
Lindsay: who the fuck is JBJ?
Michael: language.
Lindsay, rolling her eyes: whom the fuck is JBJ?
Michael: ... N-No...
JBJ: Are you more of a boob guy, or an ass guy?
Gob, confused: I-I'm a normal guy. I have a normal body.
Michael: If it's a concussion, you have to keep him conscious, okay? Ask him questions.
Tony: Gob, what's seven times seven?
Michael: Stuff he knows!
Gob: It hurts my Gob's apple
Michael: For the last time, it’s not named after each individual man
Gob: Lindsay, I'm spiralling. I have no apartment, no relationship, no career goals. I just feel like there's no ground under me, you know?
Lindsay: Yeah. Well, you'll figure it out. I'm still figuring things out and I'm, like, way smarter and cooler than you are.
Gob: Are you?
Lindsay: Yeah, I am. You do magic.
Gob: Exactly.
Lindsay: Exactly.
Gob: Michael, you saved us! I owe you my life.
Michael: No thanks. I’ve seen it, and I’m not impressed.
Sally: ... And besides, I'm pretty sure that you're gay.
Tony: What?! I'm not gay. If I was gay, I wouldn't be dating you. I'd be dating some guy. Some, like, 6'1" 180 pound guy, who's like, pretty lean but definitely some muscular tone; tanned skin; dark hair, cut short but not buzz cut, you know. Wears a lot of button-up shirts, but not crazy fancy. Takes himself seriously, but he's not a snob. He just kind of gets me--
Sally: Oh my God, Tony! It's pretty clear that you're gay. I mean, every time I try to have sex with you, you cry.
Tony: I have allergies.
Sally, lifting up her skirt: To what? This?
Michael: Justify your existence; what contribution have you made?
Gob: I have given pleasure to the world because I have such a beautiful ass.