Narrator: Gob was waiting to meet his son at a bar and feeling a little vulnerable.
Gob: Lost my wife, lost my career. When I was in that storage unit at the bottom of that rock, it was like I hit...
Steve Holt: Rock bottom?
Gob: No, no, not that. More like a trending downward moment that just I don't know. Maybe I'm being tested like that guy "Jawb" from the Bible.
Bartender: Job.
Gob: Yes?
Bartender: Job.
Gob: Yes, sir.
Bartender: Job.
Gob: Yeah.

Narrator: Gob was surrounded by unconditional love from a family for the first time in his life.
Gob: I've made a huge mistake.

Narrator: Gob shared his happy news at a meeting with his family.
Michael: I'm sure Gob helped himself to the money.
Gob: Hey, I got mouths to feed.
Michael: Mouths?
Gob: Mouth. Her.
Michael: Oh, hey, mouth. I didn't see you sitting there.
Ann: We rode up in the elevator together.
Michael: I'm blanking.

Gob: "A lot of traffic out here today, Miss Daisy."

Gob: You're lucky that I'm chasing after our girlfriend, or I'd have to flatten you! Way to plant, Ann.
Ann: You told me George Michael knew about us.
Gob: Well, he does now, my darling plant.
Ann: Ann.
Gob: And after I dazzle everyone tonight on the Queen Mary, my magic career will take off as surely as there's a mouse behind your ear. [Ann screams] Well, as surely as there's a mouse behind your ear. [Ann screams] Mouse behind- [Ann screams] Okay, you are like the only person I know who doesn't just love magic.
Narrator: A poll would confirm she was far from alone.

Ann: Well, you have to make things right with George Michael, otherwise you don't get to fourth base.
Narrator: Of course, Ann's concept of fourth base was very different than Gob's.
Ann: But you have to promise me you'll always be faithful.
Gob: Faithful? Of course I can be faithful.
Ann: Until tonight, when we're together...
Gob: Oh! Until tonight! Well, of course I can be faithful. Don't be stupid. You think I can't keep it in my pants in front of a bunch of doggy old women and my family? Don't be stupid. Who am I gonna hit on, stupid? My sister? Lindsay? Don't be stupid. She's my sister, that's gross. Now, you have got some mice to scoop out of the sea.

Gob: These are all part of an act I was going to do. Two drowned white doves, for "flowers to doves." This was a rabbit for "doves to rabbit," also drowned. These were mice-
Tobias: For "rabbit to mice."
Gob: No, that can't be done. No, these were part of a something I called "Mice-a-laneous." "Mouse in purse." "Mouse in drink." "Here's a mouse, now it's gone."

Narrator: But it was another man that Gob needed to make things right with George Michael if he was ever going to deflower Ann Veal.
George Michael: Uncle Gob.
Gob: Are we good?
George Michael: No.
Gob: No, how could we possibly be? But- But are we good?
George Michael: No! You stole my girlfriend.
Gob: That's a tough thing, and, you know, sometimes you have to ask yourself, "Are we good?"
George Michael: Is it over between you guys?
Gob: No. But are we good?
George Michael: I don't know what you want to hear from me, Uncle Gob. I mean, yes, we are good-
Gob: There it is! There it is! Ah! From a nephew to his uncle, and just the "yes," the much-vaunted "yes," that he gets. Look at you, full of "yes." Look at how much "yes" is in you! I knew it! I knew I'd get that "yes" from you. Look who got a "yes"! Got my "yes."

Gob: Yeah, me and Blank are getting the old Christian magic act back together. I mean, you don't expect people to actually believe that I'm Jesus if I'm walking around in rags.
Michael: You're resurrecting that mumbo-jumbo?
Gob: Look, everybody's got a gimmick. Tony Wonder's making a fortune with that gay magician act.
Narrator: Gob's long-time nemesis had come out of the closet and used it to great advantage in his act.
Gob: Besides, I have to do something for the wedding.
Michael: Who's getting married?
Gob: Her!
Michael: Who's marrying her?
Gob: Me. Did I not open with that?
Michael: You sure didn't.
Gob: Yeah, I'm getting married! [silence] I didn't want to make a big deal about it.
Michael: You haven't.
Gob: Well, my wedding's going to be religious-y and epic and expensive, which is why I need more of that stimmy money. Thanks, Mike.

Gob: Then I, too, have an announcement to make! At our wedding, I will be performing one of my famous magical illusions. That once your eyes have beholden it, you will put no God before me, because of its spectacularity. And, of course, I only propose to do this out of love for...
Ann: Ann.
Gob: And God. Love for and God. Let me pray. Dearest beloved Gods...