Best Man for the Gob Quotes
Tobias: As you may or may not know, Lindsay and I have hit a bit of a rough patch.
Michael: Really? When did that start?
Tobias: Well, I don't want to blame it all on 9/11, but it certainly didn't help.
Gob: I've got the marriage and none of the good parts. It's like so far it's been all chain and no ball.
• Vote for this Quote! • August 7th, 2007 Michael: You're making Dad your best man? That's great. I guess being your brother and solving all your problems for you doesn't qualify me as your best man.
Gob: Hey, if he wants to support me, I'm not going to tell him to go to hell. Don't worry. You're still ...
Michael: What, invited?
Gob: No, I was going to say you're still the guy I want solving my problems. But, yeah, let me talk to Dad about that invite ... situation.
Michael: Not everything is strippers and booze and buckets of blood. Why do you guys have buckets of blood?
Gob: It's not real blood. It's, um, corn syrup and red dye. Juice.
Buster: We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook!
George Michael: The-the problem I'm having is, uh .. I have a pretty finely tuned internal clock.
Michael: Mmm-hmm.
George Michael: Which is actually why I'm such a good natural percussionist.
Narrator: And Michael tried to find the money the accountant said was missing.
George Sr.: I don't know. I probably stole it. I mean, if he says it's missing, it is. Unless he stole it. Hey, maybe he stole it.
Michael: He's the one who said it's missing.
George Sr.: Yeah, I probably stole it.
Gob: Lie to her. Tell her that I'm insensitive and unreliable.
Michael: Maybe something about how you can never confront people and you need someone else to clean up your messes.
Gob: See, that's great ... and that's just off the top of your head.
Lindsay: I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar.
• Vote for this Quote! • August 7th, 2007 Buster: Where'd Annyong get that juice box?
Annyong: Annyong!
Lucille: Those are for his soccer team. No sugar for you. You just get more awful.
Michael: Let me tell you something. You may not be a father, but you are my brother.
Gob: I might be a father.
