Gob: But I am not a pimp, Michael. She needed protection. So I make some threats, wear this hat, and I collect my ten percent.
Michael: Yeah, that's a pimp. And our sister is a prostitute.
Nellie: I'm your sister?
Michael: I think so. I found you in my dad's computer, and I thought that maybe he was embezzling money and taking advantage of you. That's why I hired you to do your work at the office.
Nellie: Oh, my God.
Michael: Wait. What kind of work did you do? No wonder they were so happy.