Michael: I'm as fun as anybody. I can handle a back room. [enters and returns] I'm calling the cops.
Gob: No!
Hot Guy: We're changing again, guys!
Gob: No. No cops.
Michael: Well, what is this?
Gob: She died. She's dead. It was Gilligan!
Ira Gilligan: What?
Gob: Gilligan killed the skipper- stripper.
Ira Gilligan: I didn't kill any stripper.
Gob: You're drunk. You don't remember.
George Sr.: You're pulling the rip cord! Are you nuts?
Gob: Ira, take my honeymoon tickets. Get out of the country. Save yourself.