Gob: It looks like George Michael got his mom back today, huh?
Michael: Yeah, well, where is George Michael, by the way?
Gob: He came by the yacht, and gave me this shiner.
Michael: He hit you? What for?
Gob: You know teenagers. Probably lashing out at you because of who I'm dating.
Michael: Who are you dating?
Gob: Ann.
Michael: Her?
Gob: Don't worry. I didn't fight back or anything. I was, like, "Oh, no, take the yacht. Please don't hurt me." You know, just build up the little guy's self-esteem.