George Michael: Wow. He's amazing.
Michael: Well, he hasn't done it, and you're holding a four of spades in your hand.
George Michael: I don't care. I'm loving the ride, you know? How are you gonna do it?
Gob: Well, you've got two weeks off. You're about to find out. Maybe we'll meet a couple young coeds along the way. How young is too young for you?
Michael: That's not gonna happen, okay? There's not gonna be any coeds. There certainly isn't gonna be any magic. It is a path to a lonely life where people mock you and you don't even realize it.
Gob: Michael, I'm a magi- Oh, I see what you did.