Narrator: Gob was making good on a promise he had made to Michael...
George Michael: [answers phone] Hi, Uncle Gob.
Gob: I need to see you tonight.
Narrator: ...to talk to his son.
Gob: It's about your father and you.
George Michael: Really, is he upset?
Gob: [to the clothes sales person] Do I seem like a clown to you?
George Michael: I got it.
Gob: [to the clothes sales person] Do I seem like some kind of a clown to you?
George Michael: Look, I got it.