Lucille: What the hell is this?!
Gob: Huh? Well, now that Dad's back, I'm going to perform one grand illusion for him before he strangles himself with his belt.
Michael: No, no, turns out, they're into that.
Gob: Oh. Well, check it. The illusion is called "Free Bird". A magical bird - me in a beak - stands on a platform. There's a puff of smoke, and then I'm gone. Then seconds later, high above in a once-empty cage who should appear?
Lucille: A guy that kind of looks like you?
Gob: No. That's not how I do the trick. Even it was, how'd the look-alike get up there?
Michael: He was hiding behind this mirror here?
Gob: No! For your information, Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty as a spectacular protest. A protestacular. Maybe even get it on the local news.