Michael: What are you doing?
Gob: I'm making this into a trophy for Dad.
Michael: Well, I can't wait to see the one you got yourself.
Gob: Uh, yeah, Michael. [scoffs] Please. I'm the president or CEO or whatever of the Bluth Company. I control the company checkbook, so I don't need false things to make me feel important.
Michael: Okay.
Gob: There's no trophy for that.