Gob: How lame was Lucille 2 at lunch, huh?
Michael: You've gotten attached, haven't you?
Gob: You're not gonna tell anybody about this, are you?
Michael: Come on. I'm not one to judge. Every time I've gone out with Sally, I've looked like I'm 12 years old. But, yes, I probably will tell people about this.
Gob: Maybe we can strike up a deal. You keep this to yourself, I help you get Sally. Siphon a little something from her car, you show up in the Corvette, looking like a man. "Car troubles?" [small explosion]
Michael: Probably shouldn't do the fireball when you siphon the gas.
Gob: I guess this flint's still got a little life left in it, huh?