Michael: So where did you get this kid?
Gob: Yeah, I guess I can tell you now. We were both waiting for our dads at that garden where the little boy found the arm. The kid's amazing, though. It's almost like I wish he could be my dad.
Michael: Okay, um, your dad's not trying to find you, your son is. That kid's your son. You're the dad.
Gob: Hmm? I've made a huge, tiny mistake.