Lucille: [on the phone] Then why don't you marry an ice cream sandwich? I gotta go. [hangs up]
Michael: Who was that? Was that Dad?
Lucille: That was Gob.
Michael: Uh-huh. So, Mom, I'm trying to find-
Lucille: I don't know where they are.
Michael: ...these flight records. You know, it's really more believable if you let me finish.