Narrator: Meanwhile, Gob was beginning his charity work at a local nursing home.
Gob: I'm gonna need a volunteer for my next illusion, the Aztec Tomb!
Old Woman: A tomb?
Gob: Or box. Box is fine. [an old man raises his hand] Oh, yes! Well, excellent. Let's get you in the box. [quietly] There's a panel. just flip it around, curl up behind it, don't make any noise. [door closes] Ancient lore has it the Aztec gods put a curse on any man who dare...
Old Man #2: What?
Gob: He's gone.

Michael: I haven't been out to dinner in so long, I feel a little guilty.
Jessie: You have nothing to be guilty about. You're the only one in your family who's ever been responsible.
Michael: Well, I'm certainly the only one that's ever held a real job.
Lindsay: Oh, really, Michael? Watch this. Wow! This Cloudmir's making me think fuzzy. I have almost no judgment at all.
Man at the bar: Two more Cloudmirs, please.
Lindsay: [scoffs] "Only one with a real job."

Maeby: What you doing?
George Michael: Just trying to get the TV working.
Maeby: Oh, yeah, I tried that earlier. I think it's still hooked up to the prison.
George Michael: So when those guys kept saying, "Hey, you, boy," that was me? I was the boy?
Maeby: Sounds like it.

Michael: [answers phone] Hello.
Gob: It's Gob. I'm looking for Jessie.
Michael: She just left. What's wrong?
Gob: I need her to spin something for me.
Michael: Well, that's too bad because I think she quit. What do you need her to spin?
Gob: Murder.

Michael: Well, she quit when I told her that I couldn't go out with her. You know, I have to do the right thing for my son.
Gob: Then you better get her back because the guy I lost was Earl Milford.
Michael: What?
Gob: I didn't know it was him. Although he was spectacularly quiet in there. You can always tell a Milford man.

Narrator: Charged with the task of renewing his medical license Tobias was enjoying his first acting class with Carl Weathers.
Tobias: I don't know what your police captain told you about me but I'm a different breed of cop. I'm from the streets, and I'm the last cop you're ever gonna wanna mess with in a darkened alley. Dark alley. And I... [chuckles] Listen, Mr. Weathers, I don't know. Perhaps my wife was right. I don't know if I'm cut out to be a a De Niro or a Regis or a Pinkett-Smith or what have you.
Carl Weathers: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tobias. Dreams are worth fighting for. Now, are you gonna be a fighter, or are you gonna be a doctor?
Tobias: You're right, Carl Weathers. I should just march into that restaurant where my wife works and tell her...
Carl Weathers: Your wife works in a restaurant? Do they get a shift meal or do they just pay half-price on select menu items?
Tobias: I don't know.
Carl Weathers: Well, let's find out, man.

Narrator: And the press got hold of Gob's story.
FOX Reporter: Where is Earl Milford?
Gob: I... I don't know, all right? I put him in a box. I didn't kill him, all right? And don't edit this for your broadcast so it looks like I'm screaming...
[on news report:]
Gob: "I killed Earl Milford."
FOX Reporter: Startling confession, tonight at 11:00.

Narrator: Meanwhile, Jessie decided to pay George Michael a visit.
Jessie: Hi, George Michael. Proud of yourself?
George Michael: Yeah. I got a bum away from the stand without hurting his feelings. That was pretty sweet.

Lindsay: What's going on? Why are you here? Why aren't you in Boston? Who's he?
Tobias: His name is Carl Weathers, and he's my new acting teacher. And, Lindsay, he's teaching me all these valuable life lessons.
Carl Weathers: I buy all my cars at police auction.
Tobias: He's full of stuff like that. And, Lindsay, he's teaching me to follow my dreams.
Lindsay: Give me a bourbon. [sighs]
Carl Weathers: Any room on that tab for me to jump on?

Jessie: Buster.
Buster: Right here. Ready to go. At your service. Get me out there.
Jessie: I want you to stay in. People find you odd and alienating. You make them uneasy. Stay out of the spotlight.
Buster: I shall be neither seen nor heard. Watch me.
Lucille: You can always tell a Milford man.