Narrator: Upstairs, Gob was preparing to set up the accountant under his father's helpful gaze.
George Sr.: [on TV] Who called the cops?
Narrator: And with the aid of some helpful gays.
Gob: You told me to hire people to look like my friends. They're Hot Cops. They're entertainers. Although I specifically asked them not to come dressed as cops. You better change now. He's gonna be here soon. Butch, guys. I want it butch.