Gob: We're havin' a party?
Lucille: No. Well, I'm sorry if I don't want you doing one of your stupid puppet shows.
Gob: I did that once, Mom. And a lot of people thought it was pretty cool.
Narrator: In an effort to hip up his act, Gob had briefly introduced a puppet.
[flashback:]
Gob: Can I tell you somethin', my man? Sure, Franklin. You are one cool [bleep]
Speakin' of mothers, let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar.
George Sr.: Get off my wife, you bastard!
Gob: Oh, man. What's the matter with you?
[present:]
Gob: Franklin said some things Whitey wasn't ready to hear.
Michael: Gob, weren't you also mercilessly beaten outside of a club in Torrance for that act?
Gob: He also said some things that African-Americany wasn't ready to hear either.