Gob Quote #48

Quote from Gob in Pier Pressure

Narrator: When he saw the yacht was empty George Michael as he'd been trained to do since childhood left a note. Back at the model home Gob showed Michael the note he'd found at the dock.
Michael: No. This can't be from my son.
Gob: Well, it is his handwriting. Plus he left me $200. $100. I accidentally said $200.
Michael: I don't know- This is impossible. Why would he do this?
Gob: I know. I was shocked. Really, a hundred dollars. You can't get good weed for a hundred bucks.
Anyway, here you go. Now we are even on you paying off that Hot Cops thing. Might just be a few stems.
Michael: Get that out of this house. What's the matter with you?
Gob: Maybe you should save the lectures for your son if he can remember them.

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 ‘Pier Pressure’ Quotes

Quote from George Sr.

Narrator: George Sr. had used his considerable means to stage intricate scenarios to teach his children what he considered valuable life lessons.
George Sr.: I need help.
J. Walter Weatherman: I'll get my gear.
Narrator: Typically, these scenarios would involve a man named J. Walter Weatherman a one-time employee who lost his arm in a Bluth Company construction accident.
Young Gob: [hitting Buster] Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?
George Sr.: We're out of milk. I could have got it earlier if someone would have left a note. [tires screech] [kids scream] Why? If someone had left a note this- this innocent man would still have his arm. Why?!
J. Walter Weatherman: And that's why you always leave a note.

Quote from George Sr.

Gob: Didn't Dad teach us that we don't yell in this family?
[flashback to the Bluth kids screaming on the boat:]
J. Walter Weatherman: Tell me before you hit the gas.
George Sr.: I can't hear you! The kids are yelling.
J. Walter Weatherman: Tell me before you hit the gas.
George Sr.: I guess you're saying, "Hit the gas."
J. Walter Weatherman: Don't! Wait! [screams as the boat sets off and his arm is ripped off] No! That's why you don't yell.

Quote from George Michael

Michael: Hey, what you doin'?
George Michael: Nothing.
Michael: No? [checks George Michael's book] So, listen, your, uh, your Uncle Gob seems to think that he saw you down at the docks today. Was that you?
George Michael: No, no. Maybe it was the other George Michael, the singer-songwriter.
Michael: Yeah, that makes sense.