Michael: George Michael, your uncle has a request.
Gob: One Bluth banana, George Michael.
Michael: Go ahead, give it to him. Gob deserves your respect. And from now on, I want you to do whatever he asks you to do, okay? After all, he is your uncle, and I think we ought to just embrace that.
Gob: Thank you.
Michael: Have I held up my end of the deal?
Gob: I can't believe I gave you animation rights. I hope that doesn't come back and bite me in the ass.