George Michael: Uncle Gob?
Gob: George Michael. You weren't followed, were you?
George Michael: No, I don't think so.
Gob: All right, kid. Let's deal some drugs.
George Michael: What are you doin'?
Gob: Flashing the lights so the dealer knows what's goin' down. Now we wait.
George Michael: How long?
Gob: Who knows? An hour. Maybe five.