Narrator: And Michael caught up with his brother.
Michael: Pal, I need a favor. As you know, I'm getting married in about a month...
Gob: Say no more.
Michael: Great. Are you sure that you know what...
Gob: Yup, yup, yup. Got it.
Michael: Super. And- And, just so that we're both clear...
Gob: You want me to do a magic show at the wedding. I'm on it.
Michael: So glad we pushed through that. No magic.
Gob: Why, because the one little screw up last time? Which reminds me that Rita shouldn't wear any hair spray at this thing.