Narrator: And George Sr. was about to be surprised by his son.
George Sr.: Keep your arm up. That's how you get accuracy.
Gob: I thought you said throwing the ball against the garage door by yourself was how you got accuracy.
George Sr.: Gob, what are you doing here?
Gob: Life, Dad. I killed a guy. Nah, it's just a publicity stunt. I'm gonna bust out tomorrow. Impressive, no?
George Sr.: You idiot. You're gonna get yourself killed.
Gob: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize there weren't any magic fans here.