Michael: Oh, I'm getting sick of you needing constant validation for screwing everything up. So let me tell you what's gonna happen. I'm gonna go take you in there with me right now and I'm going to tell them it was you in the stair car.
Gob: Well, let me tell you what's gonna happen. First, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you, then I'm gonna call an ambulance. Then knowing you, I'm gonna have to wait for some kind of an apology.