Lucille: [on the phone] Well, you can't let Gob sell those shares.
Michael: Well, what am I supposed to do? He won't give up the yacht.
Lucille: So lease it to him through the company.
Michael: Yeah, that just doesn't feel right.
Lucille: Oh, really? How would it feel to lose the company to a man who has less hair on his [bleep] than I have on my [bleep]?
Michael: It can't be worse than hearing that just was.