Michael: Please, do you even wanna be in charge?
Gob: No! But I'd like to be asked. This is just like when we were kids, and you were the only one he let work in the banana stand.
Michael: Well, I got news for you. Dad still doesn't trust me to this day. He treats me like a low-level employee.
Gob: Better than being treated like the goofball the joker, the magician. [gestures with hands]
Michael: I thought you were gonna do, like, a trick there. A fireball or something.
Gob: I was. It didn't go off. These things never go off when you want them to. My least consistent trick.