Quote from Gob in My Mother, the Car
Narrator: Gob rushed to shore to spare his brother from what he was certain were his mother's machinations. Michael: What are you doing? Lucille: [o.s.] Hey. Open this door. Gob: You've been set up. Lucille: [o.s.] Michael! Gob: There's no way you were trying to hurt me. You don't hate me. Mom hates me. You kind of like me. Michael: Yeah. I kind of like you. Gob: Yeah.