Narrator: And Gob caught up with Michael.
Gob: Michael. Been lookin' for you.
Michael: Looks like you're looking for dragons, in the future.
Gob: I wouldn't mock the Sword of Destiny, Michael.
Michael: Careful with that, Gob.
[Gob misses the sheath as he sticks the sword back down his side]
Michael: Bleeding?
Gob: Nope. Yeah, that's blood. It'll get better before the show. That's what I need you for, Michael. I can't perform my illusion at the Gothic Castle because I've been banned from the Magicians' Alliance. I need you to register as the magician, and I'm the lowly assistant. Then we get on the stage, and you ram the Sword of Destiny into my belly. What do you think?
Michael: Really picked up steam there at the end, but I can't. I've gotta teach George Michael how to drive. And then I gotta get right back here, because-
Gob: Michael, if I make this comeback I'll buy you 100 George Michaels you can teach to drive!
Michael: You're losing blood, aren't you?
Gob: Probably. My socks are wet.
Michael: Sorry.
Gob: You'll be sorry! Wait, that doesn't work after his line.