Michael: [on the phone] The truth is, I can wait on selling the yacht. It's just money, right?
Gob: Wow. How hard did you hit that steering wheel?
Michael: I actually hit the back of my head.
Gob: The back of your head?
Michael: Yeah. Gob, the accident only happened because I was trying to scare you. Maybe even hurt you.
Gob: That doesn't sound like you. It sounds like Mom.
Michael: Can we please just lay off Mom for a change? I mean, she's the one that helped me remember what happened. And trust me, I'm the bad guy here. Not her. And definitely not you, so, would you please just take the yacht?
Gob: I'll think about it. [hangs up] South America sounds good. But a chance to expose Mom? Turn this skiff around.
Captain: We haven't even left the dock.
Gob: But "skiff" is appropriate, right?