Michael: Gob, instead of trying to impress your fake father, maybe you should spend some time with your real son.
Gob: Steve Holt's not my son.
George Michael: Steve Holt? The moron jock?
Gob: That's my son, you pothead.
Michael: Hey, hey, hey, that's my son.
George Michael: Wait, so that means that Steve Holt is my cousin? And Maeby's cousin, too.
Michael: I guess. Shoot, I'm late for my date.
Gob: At the kennel. [laughs] Right. Sorry. You lobbed that one right over the plate, Michael. Home run.