Gob: Smooth, Michael like her father's head, chest, arms, legs and ass.
Michael: What are you talkin' about?
Gob: He's hairless, Michael. It's a condition. I mean, I hate the guy, but at least he's got [bleep]. Satiny and smooth probably.
Michael: I'm just different than you, Gob. You know, I'm not gonna siphon gas, you know, out of some girl's car like you used to in high school just so you can show up and say, "Car troubles?"
Gob: It's called taking advantage. It's what gets you ahead in life.