Michael: This can’t be good.
Tobias: Michael... it saddens me greatly to say to you that I can no longer work at the Bluth Company. You’ve been a great boss...
Michael: I’m sorry, Tobias. Do you work here?
Tobias: Do I work...? I developed an eating disorder being your assistant, Michael.
Michael: I’ve never saw you at the desk.
Tobias: Well, excuse me if I was too busy on my knees in front of the toilet, Michael.
Tobias: I have a tremendous opportunity now that the Blue Man Group has dropped their cease-and-desist and invited me to audition in Las Vegas. Also I’ve developed some issues with food...
Michael: I’m sorry to interrupt one more time. Is this the real Blue Man Group this time?
Narrator: Tobias had recently been asked to address a group of depressed men who had been described over the phone as “blue.”
Tobias: I feel like a bleeping idiot.
Tobias: Fortunately, I found a wonderful circle of men to get me through that.
Tobias: Oh, before I forget— your old secretary Kitty Sanchez called and wanted to meet with you. I penciled her in for 4 o’clock today.
Michael: Why didn’t you tell me about this?
Tobias: Oh, this is my fault, too?! Everything... No! No! I will not let this make me eat!