Narrator: In fact, Gob was at Ancient Chinese Secret at that moment, but not for a migraine.
Gob: Yeah, I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Me quick, want slow. Wait, that's Indian. Tea for dong. [a woman speaks her native language in the back room] Sweet blade.
Asian Man: It's the Sword of Destiny. It's full of ancient magic.
Gob: Oh, yeah? You into magic? Still, where'd the lighter fluid come from? So, is it for sale? I could use it in my act.
Asian Man: Maybe. Sword of Destiny hundreds of years old. Come with ancient story of warning and-
Gob: Yeah, I make up my own patter. Just ring it up with the dong tea.