Lindsay: You are too nice.
Michael: Oh, come on. What was I supposed to do? Tell her that Gob is not staying here? Tell her Gob is screwing around on her? God knows where he is? Actually, that-that sounded okay.
Lindsay: Nah, you'll never be able to do it. You're too good. You're the noble one.
Michael: Thank you.
Lindsay: The one who never wins.
Michael: l-I don't know about that.
Lindsay: The loser. The fool.